The doctors had declared Ella dehydrated, stressed and hypertensive, but otherwise unharmed, leaving me to brood over my thoughts while I waited for her to wake. Her OBGYN is on his way in, but until he arrives, we’re alone.
“You naughty girl.” I tease, stroking her soft cheek. “Fainting to get out of telling me your feelings?”
“It wasn’t on purpose.” She pouts, looking over me with obvious concern. “Why are you out of bed? What about your x-rays?”
“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart.” I encourage, “how are you feeling?”
“Sort of hungover.” She admits, trying to sit up. I gently catch her shoulder, keeping her in place. Eventually she huffs, “Dominic, I have to pee.”
“Well why didn’t you say so?” I’m still smiling at her like an absolute i***t, so relieved that she’s awake and talking t
