45
Post Op
The next morning, I got to sleep in. I didn’t feel any different when I woke up, I didn’t feel like I had slept longer. I only knew it because as I stepped into the hallway, I had to join the herd heading to the elevator.
We did do the elevator in rounds, coordinated so that we all moved at once into the lift. We wedged ourselves as tightly as we could, so the doors would just slide shut without hitting anyone, without having to pop open or slice something off because something was sticking out.
Up we went, and I shuffled along with everyone else, waiting my turn to get into the car that had been arranged just for me to take me to work. King would still be in the hospital. It would be good to get there and check in on him. There was a chilling thought: what if I found him de
