24

“The results from the tests we ran show that you have appendicitis” the doctor says, as Clark clutches my hand, softly squeezing my hand with his attention fixated on the doctor.

“We have scheduled your surgery for tomorrow afternoon by one pm. You won’t be able to eat any type of food during that time, but we’ll give you drips that’ll keep you strong and fed” he explains.

“We’ve also given you some drugs to help reduce the pain. There’s a button on the bed handle that you can press whenever you seek assistance” he says, pointing to a red button on the handle of my bed.

“Mr Clark, please could you come with me to sign some paperwork?” The doctor asks. Clark nods, “I’ll be back very soon” he says, placing a kiss on my head before leaving with the doctor.

True to his word, Clark returns to the room in twenty minutes time. “Are you feeling better?” He asks, settling on the chair by my bedside. I nod, “I’m feeling way better than before” I respond, smiling weakly as I turn to face him.

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