Andrew opened his eyes to find himself lying in a darkened room. He sat up, looking round to see where he was, he vaguely recognised it but he needed more light. He stood up and fumbled his way across the room to the wall, searching for the light switch. He had barely made it a few metres when he stumbled over something on the floor. He rolled over and put his hand into a puddle of something warm and sticky. Now he had to find out what was going on, this was too weird. He stood up and continued his way around the wall until he found the switch and flicked on the lights. The floor around his feet was covered in blood, bright scarlet against the cream carpet. A body lay a few metres away, crumpled and face down. Oh God no, it couldn't be? He ran over to her and gently turned her over, falling back as her head rolled and Bridget's cold dead eyes stared into his, right into his soul.
A few moments later Andrew was sitting bolt upright, his brow damp with sweat.
"Hey, are you ok Andrew?" Solomon asked looking worried.
"What? Yes I'm fine." He didn't want to tell Solomon what he had just seen.
"It's just you were talking in your sleep and you look like you've seen a ghost…" The worry in his voice softened Andrew a little.
"I just… No, it doesn't matter." He couldn't bring himself to repeat the vision "How's Bridget? Has she come out of surgery yet?"
"No there's been no news. But that's good isn't it?"
"Yes I suppose it is but surely they can't be much longer?" Andrew was on the verge of tears, the nightmare has really shaken him and he was now more fixed on getting Bridget back than ever.
They sat in silence, unsure of what to say to each other. Minutes later a door opened and a nurse appeared, looking for Solomon. She saw their panic stricken faces and gave a reassuring smile. Solomon and Andrew both stood up and glanced at each other before turning back to the nurse.
"Hello." She looked to Andrew "Are you Bridget's husband?"
"No, well sort of. It's complicated." He gave a small smile. "I'm the closest thing to family she has."
"Well she's going to need a lot of care. She's lucky to be alive."
"Can I see her?" The words burst from Andrew's lips before he had even thought about them.
"She's asleep and will be for a while but there's a sofa in her room where you could get a few hours."
"That's great," Andrew was so relieved to finally be able to see her. He turned to Solomon "You wouldn't mind getting some things from the apartment for me? I want to stay with her, to be there in case she wakes up."
"Of course" Solomon nodded; he understood completely, he could see how much this meant to Andrew "I'll be back soon." He left, a smile spreading across his face.
Andrew followed the nurse, deeper into the hospital, down the bright corridors with darkened rooms off either side. Finally they reached Bridget's room. Andrew let out a sign of relief, he had found her and now he would never leave her.
"I'll leave you to get some rest" the nurse smiled as she saw the tears of happiness in his eyes "I'll be back in the morning to check on her."
"Thank you!" Andrew called as she walked away, off to her other duties.
He wandered over to the bed, taking in the frail form in front of him. Her bandaged chest rose and fell gently with her breathing. He stretched out his hand to tuck a stray wisp of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingered as they brushed her cheek. He leant forward and placed a kiss on her forehead, being careful not to wake her. It felt so right, he finally felt whole as he moved over to the sofa and lay down, looking over at Bridget one last time before he closed his eyes and slept.