I didn't feel like going back to work on Monday, but I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower, knowing that staying busy would make the day pass more quickly. I hadn't heard from Jackson all weekend, and the silence sat heavy in my chest. I missed his messages and the sound of his voice lulling me to sleep. But I comforted myself with the thought that the harder he worked, the sooner he'd come home to me. If I had to choose between weeks of distant phone calls versus a few days of silence followed by having him back completely, I'd choose the silence. Always.
As if karma had a sense of humour, my day started with a code blue the moment I picked up the emergency pager.
"What's happened?" I asked, arriving at the chaotic scene. An intern was bagging the patient while nurses took tur
