Kenny woke up after the surgery in a large recovery room. There was a lot of commotion around him. People talking, doctors and nurses walking around. He wanted to be taken to his room to have some quiet.
“Nurse,” he mumbled. His brain felt fuzzy and he couldn’t put thoughts together well. But someone must’ve heard him because a woman in scrubs appeared at the edge of his curtain.
“Did you call for a nurse?”
“Take me to my room.” His words sounded weak, but he hoped she knew who he was and would comply.
“As soon as the doctor clears you to go up.”
“Get the doctor.”
“He’s not available right now. Soon.”
The anger surpassed the fog, but it was still hard to form full words. “Get him now!”
The nurse left his sight. Good. That must’ve told her. Somewhere after that he drifted off. When
