Bridget slowly opened her eyes, her head still muzzy from the anaesthetic and painkillers. The sudden light was too bright for her. She closed her eyes and opened them again, blinking the last of the sleep away.
"You're awake!" His soft voice startled her a little; she hadn't expected anyone to be there. She turned her head and there he was, smiling down at her like she was the most beautiful thing on the earth. "I missed you so much. I love you." He placed a tentative kiss on her cheek.
"Andrew?" She couldn't believe it, she tried to lift her hand to hold his but pain shot across her chest and she let it drop, crying out.
"Bridget, are you ok? Try not to move, you need to rest." His voice ached with concern, his eyes searching hers.
Bridget closed her eyes and smiled, she was so happy that he was here with her. Andrew was saying something but his voice was just a faint hum.
"Bridget?" He asked quietly, thinking that she had fallen asleep.
Her eyes flickered open.
"Oh, you are still with us!" He teased gently "Juliet would like to see you. You don't mind do you? She wants to talk and see that you're ok." He was asking delicately like he thought it was going to upset her.
"Of course I don't mind Andrew" she sighed "I owe her an explanation at least."
"I'll go and pick her up then. You'll be ok for a few minutes won't you?" He stroked her cheek, reassuring himself.
"I think I can manage a few minutes without you, but don't be too long." She said leaning into his touch.
"You should get some sleep, you look so tired" he leant in and kissed her tenderly "I'll be as quick as I can. I love you, Bridget."
He smiled and stepped round her bed to leave.
"I love you too, Andrew." Bridget grinned as she closed her eyes and let sleep overcome her.