"Mrs. Kitteridge," the nurse called gently from the doorway. "We need to prep your husband for surgery now."
Cassie had dozed off in her chair and it took her a moment to orient herself to where she was. She had hoped the events of the previous night had all been a dream, but seeing Blaine in the hospital bed, still unconscious and hooked up to monitors, the nightmare was real. Reluctantly she arose from chair where she had spent the last twelve hours. She couldn't bring herself to leave his side.
The nurse beaconed her to the doorway and escorted her from the room. "You should try to get some rest. We will call you as soon as there is any news."
