Lee finally got discharged from the hospital yesterday. He's still convalescing and the doctors speculate it might take at least three months for him to fully recover. Apparently getting glandular fever at his age, there were additional complications and he was practically made a guinea pig.

Catching up with him last night on what happened at the hospital, some of my worst fears resurfaced, including that my paranoia wasn't unfounded. *sigh* I'm just feeling thankful it didn't come to that.

I was mad the whole time trying to help him understand how I felt during this period. Yet at the same time, I didn't want to be angry at him. He needed to know that I felt like a complete stranger and outsider throughout this. I didn't know his family or friends, nor had any contact with any of them. Had anything happened to him, God forbid... how would I know?

This was different from all my other LDRs, as I knew them and their families before they or I left. Every form of related contact was made. But with Lee, it was the complete reverse. Until I get there, I'm still a stranger to his life.