Something about this scenario was eerily familiar. The odd, groggy feeling… as if she was floating somewhere between lifelessness and consciousness… The beeping sounds in the background and the soft whoosh of an oxygen machine. Bella wasn’t quite able to be in full command of her body yet, but she felt relieved to be in the land of the living. In the past, she’d woken up in a hospital so many times, but this was perhaps the first time she’d been truly relieved. She’d made it through the surgery, though she felt as if she’d been run over by a truck or something.
At last, she managed to make her eyelids cooperate, only to shut her eyes rather quickly. Too bright. She cleared her throat. It was as dry as the dessert. “Too… bright…” she croaked. Her voice sounded as though it hadn’t been used for a while. Within seconds, she felt Nathan’s familiar presence. His hand grasping hers, his lips brushing her brow, her cheeks, her nose, her lips. She tried to smile at his eagerness but she was too tired. “Bells, you’re okay,” he told her. Bella tried to open her eyes again, and this time she was able to keep them open. She was squinty, but she could make out Nathan’s handsome features. “Did I die and go to heaven?” she asked with a sleepy grin. Then, “I’m really thirsty.” Her throat felt like it was drying out with each word. Nathan didn’t hesitate. He seemed to pull a glass of water out of nowhere, and a straw too. Her throat ached a bit, but the water was like a salve for her parched organ. She sighed and studied Nathan’s face. She could see the worry there, only momentarily hidden by his relief. “How are you feeling?” he asked her. “Crappy, but happy to be alive.” For a while, she listened to Nathan’s short version of what occurred during the surgery. Bella had lost a significant amount of blood, her heart had practically stopped, but the medical staff was able to stabilize her. They’d saved her life, but unfortunately not her organs. The surgery had turned into a radical hysterectomy. Meaning… once she recovered, she would be tossed, unprepared, into menopause. Kobe help them all.
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