Our drive to the hospital was a little bit reckless. Chase's desperation to have me under medical care made him drive roughly. For the first time, Chase drove his car by himself.
Every time Chase repeated this statement, "My love, I'm sorry about this. We are almost at the hospital." There followed an urge in me to shout at him and tell to keep quiet. I hated the care he showed, so much because all this was his fault. If only he had not interfered in my birthday celebration plan.
"The cut is quite deep," The Dr said, as he and two nurses gathered around the bed I was lying on. "She might be needing stitches."
Pain relief was administered through the drip that was fixed in my hand, and afterwards a mild sedative was added, before the surgical pan was brought forward.
"You might experience dull pain, but it will go away before you know it." The doctor's voice was full of concern.
At the end of the procedure I closed my eyes to get some sleep.
