OLIVIA’S POV.
After hours of making incisions—Trying to locate the affected area and finally ensuring she was now stable, the surgery was over.
I asked the surgical nurses to monitor her.
I took off my gloves and mask and threw them in the trash can just next to the door. That took a lot of time but I’m glad it was now a success.
I checked the time and decided to just head back home and get some rest. The way I felt exhausted was just unusual so I knew I couldn’t just overlook it.
In absolutely no time I drove into my front yard.
It was too soon for me to think that when I got home, I was just going to go in, microwave any leftover food found in the fridge, eat, take a quick shower, and head straight to bed.
I got home to see someone had been waiting for me in front of my door.
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