The next day
It was still in the early morning hours. Zach and Amy spent the night at the hospital. He was seated on a chair beside her bed, holding her right hand in both of his, watching her sleep while her left hand lay on top of the covers and hooked to a drip.
While he was still in his black on black combat outfit, Amy had changed into a comfortable hospital gown. Partly was because of the tests the doctors run on her to examine her head injury and any possible injuries she may have sustained whilst unconscious. Zach did not want to overlook any possibilities.
She had gone into enemy territory, he couldn't trust that she would come back unscathed. On their way to the hospital, she had asked for her ring and now it was back where it belonged. A soft knock resounded from the door.
