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“As you know, your son suffered a severe stab wound to his abdomen.These types of injuries can pose serious risks and complications, particularly in that area of the body.There are lots of parts.A lot of vital organs.The difference between life or death can be a matter of mere millimeters.”
“And Creed?”I ask, voice strained.“Is he—”
“Luckily, Captain Lawson was in top physical shape.Because of his athletic physique, the knife needed to cut through more muscle in order to do serious damage to any of his organs than is the case for most people .So he’ll be fine.”
The instant those words leave his mouth, both me and Mrs.Lawson exhale a long breath, our bodies sagging with relief.
“Thank, God.”Mrs.Lawson looks up to the ceiling.Her words aren’t just a normal reaction to receiving good news.She’s actually thanking God, whoever He or She may be.I lift my eyes skyward, as well, sending up my own silent prayer of gratitude.
“He’s really okay?”I press, needing his confirmation.
Dr.O’Neal nods.“He’s really okay.”
Mrs.Lawson wraps her arm around me as if I were her own child.
“We’ll be keeping him here for the time being to monitor him.Make sure there aren’t any side effects from the surgery or the stab wound.It could take quite some time until he has his strength back, but since he’s in good shape, I expect him to make a full recovery.”
I close my eyes, exhaling another deep breath of relief.
“Thank you so much, doctor,” Mrs.Lawson says.
“Not at all, ma’am.”He smiles.
“Is he able to have any visitors?”
“He’s still pretty drugged up, so he’ll be in and out of consciousness, but you’re welcome to sit with him.Even if he may not remember much when he does wake up.”
Mrs.Lawson turns toward me.“Why don’t you go sit with him, dear?”
“Are you sure?I don’t—”
“He’d love to see you.I want to stop by his father’s room first and tell him.And call Rory, too.I’ll just be a few minutes behind you.”
“Thank you.”
“Of course.”She wraps me in another hug, lingering for several long moments.
When she releases me, I join Dr.O’Neal, following him through the quiet corridors, stopping outside a door in the recovery unit.“Go ahead.If you have any questions, you can ask someone at the nurse’s station to page me.”
“Thanks again, doctor.”
He bows his head.“Your Highness.”
I watch as he retreats, then face the door, steeling myself to see Creed.I have no idea what kind of shape he’ll be in after enduring hours of surgery.But at least he’s alive.
My hand on the knob, I turn and step into the sterile hospital room, my eyes falling on his slumbering form.
This man has always seemed unbreakable.Invincible.Indestructible.
Seeing him in a hospital bed with wires attached to him guts me.
Reminds me just how close to dying he was.
How close to losing him I was.
How close to losing him I still could be, especially after the way I behaved.How I selfishly demanded he put me first over the oath he took.
When it was that oath that ended up saving my life.
