Chapter Twenty-Eight

Felix paced the long corridor of the infirmary. His mind was so preoccupied with guilt and worry over Ari’s condition that he barely noticed the patients laying in their beds as he breezed past the open doors.

They’d given him very little word on what was happening behind the closed double doors to the operating room.  He’d followed them into the room and was there long enough to hear them discuss the possibility of having to amputate one of Ari’s legs from the knee down, but, at the sound of his mournful moan, they realized that he was in the room and promptly escorted him out.

Now, he paced the floor, feeling helpless, while he waited for someone to come out of that room and tell him what they done or were going to do to help his wife.

Kendra’s soft voice asking him how Ari was doing brought his attention back to his surroundings.  He looked around him as if he was unsure of where he was before comprehension set in and h