"Yes, I'll take those," K stated, pointing to a rather large bouquet of roses. He paid for his purchase then headed to his car, flowers in hand. Already his car had become loaded with flowers. Azaleas, carnations, roses, tulips, mums . . . all of them for a very special woman. He knew what he wanted to do with the flowers. It would take some coordination but K had no doubts that he could pull it off. He was a master planner, after all.
Once at the hospital, K had the staff help him, making sure that Judy slept as the flowers were brought in . . .
He watched as his wife slowly woke up, the scent of the flowers calling to her. Eyes wide, she glanced everywhere, including her bed. Tears welled in her eyes as she lifted the pink blossoms to her face.
"Thank you, Claude."