My visits with Darren over the next two days went well. He seemed to be getting stronger each day and appeared to be on the mend. When I went to the hospital on the fifth day of his stay, one of the nurses was drawing blood from his arm and Deena was there. I put my arm around her shoulders and kissed her cheek before asking how she was doing.
“Fine,” she said, but her expression said otherwise. She looked worried. I was about to ask her what was wrong when the nurse with Darren made a comment that interrupted my train of thought.
“You two make such a cute couple,” she said before turning back to Darren. “Don’t they look great together?”
He laughed. “Yes, they do. I keep telling them they need to get married and make it official, but they won’t do it.” He smiled at us both then and Deen
