By the following afternoon, Lizzie’s head had begun to clear. She was talking with her doctor when her dad and her partner strolled in. “Hi,” she exclaimed.
“Lizzie! You’re awake! How are you feeling, baby girl?” Frank asked as he moved in to hug her, being careful not to jostle her right arm.
“Well, like I’ve been shot,” she grinned. Then a head nod and a “Hey, Tank,” to David.
“Hey yourself, Zim.”
The surgeon patted her hand. “I’ll make rounds again in the morning, Lizzie.”
“Okay, see you then, Doc,” she replied as he left, then to Frank and David, “Doc says they’re gonna keep me for five or six days.”
“Yeah, we’d heard that last night,” her father answered, pulling a chair close so he could sit and hold Lizzie’s left hand. Then he glanced at her bedside table tray. “Cute bear.”
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