Patsy rubbed Delia's back rhythmically as she spoke quietly with Trixie and Barbara around the hospital bed.
"…he said it looks good," Trixie was saying to Barbara, filling her in, "he'll check over the tests tomorrow, but he doesn't think she'll need chemo."
Trixie had arrived a few hours before Delia came out of surgery, and was there to harass the matron into letting them see Delia. They never let visitors see family members so soon in post-op, but Trixie and Patsy were very persuasive and their medical professions didn't go unnoticed. The only condition was that Ellie and the Busby's were in no way qualified to go back there, so after a swift conversation, it was settled and the two were led back.
The pair had seen surgeries, had even assisted in some occasions, but it was weird to see Delia laying on the large bed, several wires connecting her to various monitors as she came off the anesthesia. A cloth covered her eyes as was customary, for it was so soon after surgery that she still had her breathing tube in. The room was frigid, but the nurses had placed a thick blanket over Delia and had even put fuzzy pink socks on her feet. The two midwives rushed over to her bed, Patsy brushing a thumb over a partially covered cheek and Trixie looking down forlornly. They stayed until the nurse urged them back into the waiting room.
When they returned, they found Phyllis conversing lightly with Mrs. and Mr. Busby was Ellie listening impassively. Mildly surprised that the senior midwife had shown, they hugged and discussed Delia's current condition with everyone. Phyllis could only stay for so long however, so she left an hour later, leaving a box of assorted chocolates.
They finally brought Delia back to them at a little after six at night, and Patsy instantly posted herself at her side and began to rub her back. The breathing tube was gone, along with most of the wires and monitors. Delia breathed deeply and evenly, obviously still under the effects of drugs, so everyone spoke in hushed tones if they felt the need to say something. Around seven, Delia began to stir, but she only released a distant moan, in which the present nurse insisted on administering more morphine. The brunette quickly quieted after that.
At eight, a nurse came by and said that all visitors needed to leave. Patsy hugged Delia's parents, kissed her daughter on her cheek, and bid farewell to Trixie and Barbara.
The nurse came back around at 8:30 to deposit a blanket and pillow for Patsy to sleep on, but she was swift to forgo it and crawl next to her wife on the hospital bed.