Chapter 76: My Work Here Is Done

Taylor

“Welcome back,” a male nurse greets as I struggle to open my heavy eyes.

I take in my surroundings. The wall at the foot of the bed contains clipboards and a gigantic clock, signaling it is 1:00 a.m. Two occupied beds line the wall to my right. On my left, a tall, thin brown-haired nurse holds my wrist, taking my pulse. His dark-rimmed glasses add character to his lightly freckled face. “You’re in recovery. Dr. Harding and your handsome man accompanied the twins to the nursery.” His name tag informs his name is Reggie.

“Healthy?” My dry voice rasps.

“Very healthy. They have an impressive set of lungs on them. Their loud cries sang to us as they rolled toward the nursery,” Nurse Reggie smiles.

I attempt to itch my nose. My arms won’t move. I attempt to lift my head, but nothing seems to work.

“The spinal will wear off slowly. What do you need?” he asks.

I explain my cheeks and nose itch. He uses a cool, damp cloth to wash my entire face. “Nurse Reggie?” I ask.

He shakes my hand e