"Mildly," he would say with a smile, giving off the bravado that he always gave, "I will be fine, my sweet Angel."
In the months since the incident, he had been through numerous surgeries procedures and more, he had started to begin to get better, but when his body when through the stress of healing, other things would come up, but he would not bored or worry her with that story instead telling her a more believable story, "I know you saw the bullet holes I had in me, while one of them hit me directly in the knee. While I could still walk, it destroyed my knees ligaments and everything like that, so say the doctors in Tijuana. But, I was able to get moving, until... the nerves started dying one by one. It was not something that could be prevented. It is just..."
He sighed for a moment, he could go on, tell her the worst of it, what his body is going through right now, but he looks up at her, "I can still walk, but I hurt. I haven't slept well in over four months, I haven't had a night where I didn't wake up in terrors, ringing wet from sweat, I haven't woke up a night where I was fearful of what had happened to you or what was going on."
He looked down at his knee, smiling as he looked at her, but before he could go one, she would jump up, taking off to the kitchen. He started to stand and trail her, but before he could even move out of the seat, she had returned with a box. Something showing little photos and trinkets, “I saved all of them…” she said with a smile as he stared in awe at the photos that looked to be newly added...
"Is that mine?" he said almost dumbstruck in the moment, "I mean, is that our baby?"
As he looked over the photos, the little documents that documented growth in the womb, and everything that she had kept so far, he looked over at her, a single tear falling, "I can't believe you still love me..." His eyes fall to his hands as he would hold his head, sobbing beginning.