I was dozing off on one of the seats in the waiting room when a nurse approached me, “Miss?” She called out softly, “excuse me, sorry but Mr. Kane is out of the operating room and has been moved to a recovery room.”
I stifled a yawn, “thank you.” I said as I stood up. She took me to the room Kane was in but he wasn’t awake or so I thought as I took a seat that was beside his bed. Kane turned and looked at me, “I didn’t mean to wake you up.” I gestured in sign language.
He smiled, “I didn’t know you knew sign language, you’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” He gestured back.
“Or you don’t know me as well as you think you do.” I said offering him a soft smile, “how are you feeling?”
“Like my ears are being hit by hammers.” He gestured.
I chuckled, “understandable considering the circum
