*Jack had just been about to touch her face when the doctor walked in, and he moved aside for him, worry still clearly marking his face* f-for a moment last night… after i got in here, she… she said my name and the nurses gave her morphine and she fell asleep again…
“I wouldn’t hold hope that she remembers waking up,” the doctor said bluntly, clearly not worried over delicate matters. “With her concussion it’s understandable that she’ll still be surprised to see you the next time she wakes up.”
He looked off at the heart monitor a moment, noting the numbers. “Hmm stable..that’s good..she’s hanging in there. She made it through the night…” He was talking to himself more than to Jack, looking down at her file.
“I am actually glad to find you here. There is matter I must discuss with a next of kin and you’re the closest one at the moment. We took blood samples before her operation to take to the lab and I am actually quite worried over the results.”
He looked through the file, trying to remember what it was.
s… worried? what, what’s… what’s wrong with her?
*oh god this didn’t sound good. it didn’t sound good at all. was she sick? had she kept an illness from him? what could b wrong?*
Jack Maple 