The sun had risen about half an hour earlier and the hospital was now buzzing with the noise of doctors, nurses and patients. Doctor Ormerod had come in especially early to see his wife. He'd left his mother at home to look after Jonathan until the au pair arrived. Gordon walked through the ward doors; his black shoes squeaking against the polished floor.
'Morning Sister' He chirped, a smile adorning his face
'Good morning Doctor Ormerod' she replied, happy as always to see her favourite Doctor. The male didn't bother stopping to engage in small talk, instead making his way to the middle bay on the right hand side, the curtains drawn all the way around the bed. He pulled them ajar and walked through, then closed them behind him. He smiled at his wife who was sitting upright in bed, her half eaten breakfast on a tray in front of her.
'And how's Mrs Ormerod this morning?'
'Mrs Ormerod is fine! Just desperate to get out of this bed' she demanded as Gordon sat on the edge of the bed and kissed her cheek. Jill held her husband close for several seconds. Gordon responded by stroking the back of her head with one hand as he too held onto her.
'Jill, you've had major surgery for goodness sake!' he urged, trying to make his wife see sense
'I know I know, but I just want to get back to some sort of normality. To carry on with life...' the female muttered
'I know love, I know' Gordon placed a hand on her shoulder, showing her he understood. He'd wait to talk about what they'd lost, until they were both alone at home. However much the man was hurting, he knew his wife was struggling a lot more. From the outside she might look strong, but inside Jill was just a vulnerable as anybody else.