As soon as I was lead to the back, after her surgery, I prepared myself for what was to come. I had expected the worse, mostly because she could never really handle pain well. When I walked into the room, she was sitting on the chair with a dazed look on her face. The doctor explained that she was still heavily drugged, to which I could see. I walked her out to the car, holding her by the waist as she failed to hold herself up. I seated her in the seat and just as I was about to place the seat belt around her, she took my face in both of her hands. "You're pretty," she mumbled, her words not being able to be heard very well. I laughed and looked at her in the eyes, "Thank you. You're pretty too." "Do you really mean that?" she asked, squeezing my cheeks a little harder. I placed my hands on hers, gently prying them off of my face. "I do mean that. Can I please put your seat belt on, so we can go home?" I asked, looking into her eyes. She nodded and threw herself back against the chair, her arms falling helplessly by her sides. I laughed at her as she begged me not to leave her as I tried to close her door. Once she was reassured that I would be back, I made my way to my side of the car knowing that I was in for a ride.
