January 26, 2015
It wasn't that long ago that I had made a trip across the South China Sea. I wasn't expecting to make another so soon.
But conversations via text messages stirred something within me. I felt my first Arrow needed me and so I caught a flight.
I arrived just in time to hear the results of his blood tests. He had dengue fever and was about to be admitted. Thankfully, the results were borderline high enough to be allowed to go home.
So I travel back with him to nurse him.
This was such what I envisaged - that he would not be admitted but that I would nurse him at his apartment. Somehow it felt the right thing to do.
And so it was. The story continues....