Rose looked up at the surgeon as he was walking to her. Her heart was filled with hope, hope for her husband to have survived to that attack. He was in a lame condition but he was strong so she was feeling in her guts that he had survived. She didn't know how she would take it if her hope was shattered, if Maxence hadn't made it. But she was always seeing the good part in things. It was Maxence's part to see the bad in everything.
"Mrs Spitz?"
"That's me."
"Your husband is out of the OR. We've just transferred him to the ICU."
"How is he?" she immediately asked.
"Alive, and in the clear."
Rose closed her eyes and pressed her hands to her heart, letting out a deep sigh of relief. He was alive and in the clear. That's all she needed to hear right now. She would help him through his recovery. He would be surrounded by his family. No one was gonna let him down.
"Has he suffered from any health troubles in the past?"
Rose was surprised by the question, but now that she was thinking of it, she had never seen him sick. Even when he was living in the streets. He always said that he had a great immune system. It maybe was true in the end.
"No, not that I know. Why? Did you find something?"
"Mr Spitz seems to have a very high blood pressure. He doesn't look bothered by it but we have to do a more advanced analysis to determine the problem."
"Is that all?"
"He's fought really hard to survive. I wouldn't be surprised if he was getting better quickly."
"Can I see him?"
"Sure."
The surgeon took her to Maxence's room. Her husband looked as bad as the moment she had found him in the tool shed, except he was covered in bandages. He wasn't awake yet, but he wasn't linked to dreadful machines. Only a heart monitor and a nasal cannula. She had thought it would be worse.
"He's gonna wake up soon. We haven't given him any painkiller since you've told us he was allergic to them. So, he's gonna be in some pain."
"Alright. Thanks."
The surgeon left her in Maxence's room and she sat there, on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to wake up, holding his hand so he would know he wasn't alone.
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Down to Earth
Fanfiction"Instead of killing himself, he could rewrite his whole life and have a better one. He only had to use the Chameleon arch. And maybe finally be happy in a life where his past as killer wouldn't weight so much on his shoulders."
