Chapter 9: Wishes
Tina wished she believed holding Bonnie’s hand actually did something useful. She knew it was good to give her moral support or whatever, but she felt ineffectual spending so much time just sitting.
Here she was again, palm pressed against palm, silently watching nurses fit Bonnie with needles and monitoring equipment, knowing that any moment the anesthesiologist would come and Bonnie would go to sleep. She either would or wouldn’t wake up afterward, and one of those possibilities was too horrible to consider.
“I’m going to take care of you,” she murmured to Bonnie. “I promise. I’m going to be in here with you again the moment they let me come back.”
Bonnie nodded and smiled. “I know,” she said. She looked scared, but that didn’t stop the trust that poured through her
