Anthony
I walked into the hospital room and my Meg was connected to all sorts of wires and tubes. She was pale, and I could hear the heartbeat of the little life growing inside her. Her breathing was steady, and I checked her from head to toe to make sure there were no broken bones that had grown back in the wrong position.
They still had the neck brace on her, but it was standard procedure until the doctors were sure that her neck and back were stable. I yearned to take her hand, but what if she was still angry at me and didn’t want me near her? I walked out of the room to the reception desk to make the necessary arrangements.
The doctor was not happy that I wanted to move her already and that I wanted to take her so far away via helicopter, but he had no other choice but to agree wi
