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“She made it through the surgery, Mr Stone, that’s a good sign.”
Nathan barely heard what the doctor said, his attention was all on his wife, who lay on a bed inside an oxygen tent. Very little of her was visible through the tubes and other medical attachments that were keeping her alive, but he could see the monitors that displayed her continuing efforts to live.
“If she makes it through the next twenty-four hours, there’s every chance she’ll make a full recovery.”
‘Full recovery.’ Even with his limited medical expertise, Nathan knew that was a lie. His wife might recover from the burns that had nearly killed her, but she would never make a full recovery, she would never be how she used to be. He didn’t care about that, though, he just wanted her to live. So long as he still had he
