He stares.

It’s been an hour since he’s seen her. An hour since he’s held her.

His arms ache for her to be back in his arms, to feel her perfect tiny body curled into his chest.

He looks anxiously through the large window, looking for her dark curls and her little pink stocking hat.

He spots her, and she is more beautiful since the last time he ( Read more... )

She stares.

It’s been two hours since she has seen him.

Two hours since she has seen her best friend’s hands inside his chest.

She chokes back a sob. He has numerous wires and tubes snaking out from under the blankets. A tube for the incision site, draining liquids from the area that Cristina had just repaired; wires showing her that he was ( Read more... )