They were all doing something
“You’ll be fine, they’re going to make it all heal and you’ll be good as new.” Will said, trying to sound positive. He leaned in and kissed me.
Darrell walked up and put his hand on his shoulder, then took my hand, “He’s right, you’ll be out of here in no time.”
Anne touched my other hand, “We’ll see you when you’re out.” She smiled.
I returned all of their smiles. Will paused at the door, and turned around, he came back in and gave me one last kiss.
“I love you.” He whispered.
“I love you too.”
The doctor waited patiently for him to exit. When he was sure he wasn’t going to come back again, he called in a couple nurses. “We need to get her prepped for surgery.”
One of the nurses approached me, “I’m going to inject this into your IV and you’ll start to get drowsy.”
“Ok,” I said, Avoiding looking at the needle, I hated needles.
They were all doing something, looking at a chart, checking a machine, and taking my pulse. I felt the drowsiness coming, not long after that, blackness.