Chapter Thirty Seven

When Mira woke, gradually regaining consciousness, she could

see nothing. Groggily, she lifted her hand to her eyes, though her arm felt

heavy as cement. Touching gently, she felt a thick band of gauze wrapping

her head and breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn’t that she couldn’t “see.”The

gauze was preventing her from seeing. Vaguely, she remembered Dr.

Fitzpatrick had told her it could take the majority of the day for her eye to

heal, but by nightfall she would be able to take the bandage off and tell

whether or not the surgery had been a success.

Her hospital room felt warm, and for a moment she listened to the

whir of the vent pump crisp air into her room. It was quiet, though she

heard voices murmuring far beyond her door, perhaps nurses talking,

doctors briefing the families of patients on their conditions, patients and

loved ones reuniting after surgery, which made her wonder. Where was

Nate ?

Feeling along the armrest of her hospital bed, she found a few

buttons on the console.