A/N: Hey lovelies! This isn't the only chapter that I'm putting out today. I've got another one ready for later on :)
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Grant stood up straight from where he had been slouching over the railings of the hospital bed, turning quickly to face the doctor that had just walked into the room. He felt Skye stiffen at the unannounced intrusion, but she made no comment.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Poots." The doctor greeted warmly, smiling at her over his glasses. "I'm Dr. Farrer. I'll be leading the surgery that you'll undergo later on today."
"Surgery?!" Skye struggled to sit up in her panic. "Why do I need surgery? Don't you just need to stitch me up?" she looked to Grant, tears welling up in her eyes, and he tried to reassure her that she was going to be fine.
"Unfortunately not." Dr. Farrer replied with a sympathetic smile. "We need to make sure that none of the organs behind the cut were damaged in any way, and if any are, we need to deal with that immediately." Skye was slowly getting more and more worked up over having her insides looked at, her breathing coming out in short gasps. "Ms. Poots, I assure you, you won't feel a thing. We'll attach an oxygen mask to you, so you'll sleep throughout the surgery. There won't be any pain."
Grant had wound his arm around Skye's shoulders as the doctor gave his assurances, and the words, alongside the physical comfort, helped her relax.
"How long until the surgery, and how long does she have to remain here afterwards?" Grant asked once Skye was breathing normally.
"The nurses will start prepping her in just over an hour and a half. And staying in hospital afterwards depends on whether or not any of her organs have been damaged. If we just need to disinfect the wound and stitch it up, she should be good to go first thing tomorrow." The doctor smiled again, and Grant wondered if that was part of his job or just a nervous twitch.
"Thank you." He said sincerely, and the doctor nodded.
"Might I have a word with you, Mr. Ward?" Dr. Farrer asked. Grant looked up in surprise and the man was gesturing to the door. "It won't take long."
"Ah…" he glanced at Skye and she nodded her encouragement. "Sure." Pulling his arm out from behind the woman, he pressed a kiss to her temple. "I'll be back shortly." He whispered to her. She smiled.
Stepping out of the room, Grant saw the doctor waiting in the opposite side of the corridor.
"Might I ask what caused the cut?" Dr. Farrer asked once Grant had joined him.
Grant sighed. "It was an accident. She was insistent on using a big knife to cut up an onion. Trying to be like a chef, I suppose." His stress showing, he raked a hand through his hair. "She hadn't dried her hands properly after washing them and her grip slipped. The knife swung around, with the top of the handle on the edge of the bench, and she was pressed up against it."
The doctor nodded once, his expression thoughtful. "How long ago was this?"
"A few days."
Dr. Farrer looked alarmed. "Why didn't you bring her in before now?"
"Kara has medical training, and we thought we could help her heal without having to go to the hospital."
"Well from the sounds of things, if it wasn't too much of a worry for you from the start, there shouldn't be much damage to the internal organs. We'll still check, but she is to have at least two weeks of rest after the surgery. No physical excursions of any kind."
Grant nodded. "Noted."
The doctor smiled again and walked away down the corridor, leaving Grant to head back to Skye.