He lifted my chin and kissed me gently. “Really glad you’re feeling better, baby.”
“Are you in more pain?” the doctor asked as he walked back in.
“No, I’m fine,” I said.
“If that changes, you let me know. We got your scans back. Your concussion’s not too bad, so you’re good there. Your ankle on the other hand...” He logged into the computer and turned the screen toward me. “You’ve got a nasty break,” he said, showing me the x-ray. “When did you last eat?”
“Six hours ago?” I asked, glancing at Jaxon.
“Closer to seven,” he corrected.
“Okay,” the doctor said. “We will plan on surgery first thing in the morning. You can’t eat or drink anything until after, which won’t be fun, sorry. But it should be a pretty straight-forward fix, so you’ll be out of here in a couple of days.”
“I’m so thirsty,” I said.
The doctor checked his watch and nodded. “You can have some water now, but only ice chips after one a.m.”
This meant I had about an hour to drink as much water as I could. “Okay, thank you.”
“Do you have any questions for me?”
I shook my head.
“Okay, we’ll get you settled in a room upstairs and keep you comfortable for the night, then tomorrow, we’ll get your ankle fixed.”
“Thanks, doctor,” I said, and he left us again.
Jaxon filled a pitcher with ice and water and I swear nothing had ever tasted better. Once I was moved into a private room, I was left to rest, although Jaxon was at my beck and call all night, making sure I had ice chips and pain killers.
By the time I was wheeled away for surgery, I was pretty sure he was dead on his feet, while I’d slept like a baby.
“Go home, honey,” I said. “Get some rest.”
“Not gonna happen.” He kissed me gently and watched me roll away.
Harmony
