Monday, October 26, 2009
The floor was quiet; much different from the emergency room. He rushed to make it before visiting hours were over, with enough time to buy the biggest bouquet the gift shop could make up. Chuck stood in the doorway and watched as the doctor changed the dressings. Dara had taken a beating, but she would live.
“I know you have questions, but she needs to rest.” Dr. Reed took off her glasses and placed them in her pocket. “No more than a few minutes. I sure hope you catch the jerk who did this to her.”
He nodded his head because that was all he could do. Dara looked small and helpless, and he instantly felt responsible. He sat down next to her and gently held her unbandaged hand. Chuck tried to replay the events of the day. If he’d checked his text message when he received it, maybe he’d be staring at her from across a candlelit table instead of praying she wouldn’t have any lasting damage from her injuries.
“I knew you’d save me.” she whispered. “But what took you so long?”