Yesterday, before he went into surgery, Jane Sampson's panicked and tearful appearance had already seeded a sense of unease in James Black's heart as he entered the surgery room.
If it weren't for the tears she couldn't hold back, James thought, maybe, he would never know how much Jane really cared about whether he lived or died, how much she cared about his well-being.
The moments of trance seemed to pass quickly as the ward door opened and Jane Sampson walked in, the sound of her footsteps pulling James Black back to reality.
"I'm back!" Jane Sampson, who had gone out to buy breakfast, seemed in quite a good mood, her hands filled with big and small bags of food, and a smile on her face all the way through the door.
