Edge Imagines

Surgery

You sat in the waiting room. You had been there for hours, though to you it felt more like days, weeks even. There was always something about time at the hospital, it seemed like it always moved slower. It seemed as if a minute was the length of an hour. It was nauseating, all there was to listen to was the ticking of the clock, muffled cries of ones who had just lost someone they lost or had received bad news, the hushed talk between the nurses, and the whispers of others in the waiting room. It was all so eerie. There had been this anxiousness hanging over you as soon as you woke up this morning at 3 AM. It continued to loom over you as you got ready that morning, in the car on the drive there, as you and Adam got himself checked in, and as you sat with him in the tiny room while he waited for the doctors to come and get him. But as soon as the doctor wheeled him out and sent you into the waiting room, the anxiety just seemed to feel heavier. Adam knew you were nervous, though you tried to keep it concealed, he always picked up on things like that when it came to you. He told you to not be nervous and that he would be just fine, it didn't necessarily calm you nerves down much though. You snapped back into the present as you saw the doctor approaching you, you standing up out of the chair as he got closer.

"Mrs. Copeland, the surgery went great." The doctor told you.

A sigh of relief escaped you. He nodded a bit before continuing. "You can come to his room now, just follow me." You nodded and followed the doctor. Many floors up later and you finally outside of Adam's room.

"The anesthesia still might be wearing off, so he might be a little out of it for a minute." The doctored informed you. You sent him a nod and a thank you before making your way into the room. You saw Adam laid out on the bed, his eyes were still closed. You sat in the chair next to his bed, laying your bag down next you. You examined over his features, he seemed a bit paler and looked more tired, but rather than that he looked just like he always did. You considered saying his name to see if he was even awake, but you decided against it. If he was asleep you didn't want to risk waking him up, so you sat in the silence of the room, looking over at him consistently to make sure he was alright.

"I know you're staring at me." Adam muttered, slowly rubbing his face with his hands.

"You're awake." You smiled.

"Mhm, I told you the surgery would be just fine." He spoke raspy and quietly.

"Well I'm glad that you were right." You said.

There was silence between the two of you for a moment.

"You know you can at least hold my hand right?" Adam told you, his eyes finally opening to look at your own.

"Are you sure, I just don't want to hurt you or anything." You hesitated.

Adam shook his head slightly, a small chuckle escaping him. "Yes, I'm sure. You aren't going to hurt me by just holding my hand."

You smiled at him, lacing your fingers with his.

"I'd prefer cuddles but I guess that isn't happening while we're here." He pouted a bit.

"I'm afraid not, hon." You answered.

"Can I at least have a kiss then?" Adam looked over at you, a dorky smile on his face.

You leaned over, placing a kiss on his lips, pulling away you pushed some of the hair out of his face.

"I promise when we get back home I'll give you all of the cuddles I can." You promised him.