Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ron yanked off the cotton mask that covered his nose and mouth and dropped it in the bin by his feet. He rotated his shoulders to unkink the muscles, but after sixteen hours of surgery, his body would need serious time in bed to unwind. Unfortunately, every time he closed his eyes, images of Doris and their time together plagued him, making sleep impossible.
The nurse who’d been assisting him untied the string that held the gown over his clothes. He slipped his arms from the sleeves, and she tossed the garment on the gurney, then rolled everything in a ball before shoving the wad into the laundry bag. Another nurse wheeled the instrument tray out of the room, and a pair orderlies walked in carrying cleaning supplies. Their wide-eyed stares spoke of their wonder that
