Monica's POV
I sat beside Morris's hospital bed, my head bowed as I clutched his unmoving hand. Thirty-six hours had passed since his surgery, and still he remained unconscious. The doctor had just finished assuring me that my husband was stable when I felt the slightest pressure against my palm. Looking up, I found myself staring into those familiar violet eyes that had been closed for far too long.
"Morris, my love! Finally!" Relief washed over me as I smiled at him. "Don't move or touch anything. I'm getting the doctor right away."
I rushed to the nurses' station across from the ICU and alerted them that Morris had regained consciousness before hurrying back to his side.
"My love, I was so terrified," I whispered, reclaiming his hand in mine.
