(Trigger warning for weak-hearted. Though I'll try my best not to be too graphic)
"Tomorrow they would dissect her skin, open her chest, and work on her little heart," Marissa whispered lying on Rafael's chest.
They both were still awake and talking in whispers because all three kids were sleeping nearby.
Rafael wished he could tell his wife, he also wanted to postpone the surgery. He just met his kids and now one of them would be admitted to the hospital in a few hours.
"Take some rest, Marissa," he kissed her hair, "tomorrow is going to be a long day," he breathed the words softly near her ear.
Marissa didn't want to go to sleep, she still closed her eyes and tried to drift into a peaceful slumber that seemed the least possible.
Rafael didn't know when his eyes closed, and he kept dreaming about a woman who was running after him.
