'George Robinson might just be the most stubborn man on the face of Earth,' Cynthia mused inwardly after an hour of trying and failing to get him to open up to her.
The newlyweds were lying next to each other on the small hospital bed, not that either of them minded the size, but the smaller the bed was the better for George because it meant that Cynthia would snuggle into him further.
That joy was for the first hour they both managed to sleep in, Cynthia's eyes were widely open again as she stared into the room's ceiling, she had a nightmare where she stood in the graveyard where her parents were buried, and she woke up with a start when she saw that she was there not to visit her parents as per usual, but to visit Henry.
