The icy, pallid light from above cast Gary's shadow onto the white bedsheet; he bowed his head, staring blankly at his own silhouette, remaining silent throughout.
He felt somewhat alone.
This loneliness wasn't due to a lack of human relationships since the number of people visiting him in the hospital during these days had caught up with the total he had seen in the past month.
This kind of loneliness was hard to articulate.
What he lost was far more precious than friends or lovers, and there was no possibility of it ever returning.
Half of his body had disappeared, and the remaining half had suffered irreparable damage.
