Dominic
I pass out on the couch after some hours spent waiting, awaking from the sound of multiple sets of footsteps coming down the stairs. Immediately I am erected into an upright position, standing on my feet, facing the doctors who, still wearing bloodied gowns, nod at me as they approach me. I comprehend that the removal of the bullet has been successful, and that Eloise is recovering upstairs. Curious, I inquire how they managed to sneak past me since I am a light sleeper. Apparently there is an elevator that goes directly to a makeshift recovery room on the top floor—makes wheeling the surgical table upstairs a helluva lot easier. I ask if I can go see her, and they tell me she is ready for visitors but was asleep when they left her. They tell me which door she will be behind as we
