I helped dress Claudia into the ugly medical gown. The nurse gave me a look when I told her I was her husband. Even that statement made Claudia look at me, but the nurse said nothing.
Claudia was hooked to an IV and the nurse hung fluids and began an antibiotic and saline drip.
The doctor entered the room again.
“Am I going to have to miss the prom?” Claudia asked as the doctor checked the IV and instructed the nurse on the dosage.
“Well, that’s hard to say. One to three weeks for laparoscopic surgery and two to four weeks for open surgery before a patient can return to normal. Right now, it’s looking like a rupture and we may have to drain your incision. Don’t worry, dear, I’m going to take good care of you. Okay.” The doctor looked at me and smiled as he passed a clipboard with forms
