The Private Room

Marcellus lay in the recovering room, his family and friends gathered around him. He looked up at them and took a deep breath before speaking.

"I saw Larisa when I woke up from the anesthesia," he said. " I thought she was a doctor, I never know she was a surgeon. She was adjusting the machine, and when our eyes met, I called out her name. But she talked to me formally, like a stranger."

His friends and family exchanged concerned glances, and Alex spoke up. "That's strange, Larisa's always been friendly with us. Are you sure it was her?"

Marcellus nodded. "I'm positive. But it gets even weirder. When I told Larisa that I missed her, she said that I never loved her and that she was just a toy to me."

Marcellus looked at everyone, his parents Alex, Charles, and Michael. "I need to tell you something," he began. "I've been in love with Larisa for 4 years now, after our divorce, and I know I hurt her emotionally during our marriage. But now, I want to make things right. I've waited for fo