Page 105 of Mercy
I laugh, “Yeah.”
He pats my shoulder, “Good, cause I fucking hate hospitals. I’m out. But call me if you need anything.”
“You’re a doctor, how can you hate hospitals?”
He shrugs and walks away.
The nurse comes in a few minutes later, “Dr. Lexington, this way.”
I follow her to the recovery room and put on the PPE gear after she instructs me to.
“She’s very emotional just so you know.”
“Hormones?”
“Oh, it could be that or it could be the anesthesia, and it could simply be the gravity of it all. It’s not easy for such a young woman to go through this and have her body change so much in a few short hours.”
I nod, “Okay, thank you.”
She points, “First bed on the right.”
Taking a deep breath, I walk over to her bed, she’s asleep. I shake my head, she just had surgery, and she’s still so beautiful.
I kiss her on top of her head, and she opens her eyes.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Tears fall down her face, “I will never carry your children,” she has a Kleenex clutched in her fist.
“I know, baby, but it’s going to be okay.”
Kissing her cheek, she cries harder.
“Mercy, stop, you’re going to make the pain worse.”
“I bet the nurse could give you children, you should go be with her.”
Emotional doesn’t begin to describe this fucking nonsense.
“I love you. If we adopt children, it will be for you. I can live with or without children. So stop. I only want to be with you.” Then I kiss her lips softly and she softens.
“I’m sorry.”
“How are you feeling physically?” I ask while I rub her arm.
She sighs, “Fine. They have me on something.”
“Probably Percocet. Go to sleep, baby girl. I’ll be right here. You need rest.”
Closing her eyes, she drifts off to sleep quickly. It’s amazing, she can listen. I sit on the chair beside her bed and watch her, grateful that she’s okay but dreading the next few months. It’s not going to be easy.
The nurse informs me that they’re ready to move her to a room. So, I follow behind as the nurse wheels her bed around.
On route, Mercy wakes up, and she yells, “Liam!”
I go to her side and walk next to the bed while holding her hand, “I’m right here.”
We get into the room, and the nurse gets her situated and puts the call button where she can reach it, and leaves. I pull the chair that’s in here closer to the bed and sit beside her.
