It seems like hours that we sit there holding on to each other. I look at the clock and notice we've only been in this awful room for maybe two hours. I'm tired and I want to go back to bed and let this day be over. But I'm reminded of our predicament when a nurse comes in to check on Edward. He responds when she asks how he's doing. Eventually, he looks over to me.
"I'm sorry I dragged you out of bed for this."
"It's ok, you shouldn't be alone"
"You should go home so you can get dressed" I forgot I'm in my night clothes. I look down and notice my curves show through the silk. Which makes me blush. It's a modest cream colored silk button up top and shorts. I do wish I would have grabbed my robe.
"Don't worry about it, when we go home we'll be going back to bed anyways." I try to say lighthearted
"Home, I no longer have a home."
"You will always have a home with Michael and me. When you are discharged, you will be coming with us."
"Thank you"
Eventually, I get cold so I grab a hospital robe out of the cabinet. Edward never takes his eyes off me. Michael cried himself to sleep in my lap.
Edward was discharged a little after lunch time. Silently we all make our way to the car; I ask if anyone would like to eat anything to which there is no answer. Of course, we're not hungry. We're all sad and tired we just want this day to end. After driving everyone home I show Edward to the guest room, hoping he will get some rest. Michael and I retreat to our room. As much as I can, I try to comfort my husband. Eventually, he falls asleep and I'm not far behind him. The last thought I think before sleep takes its hold is, what a way to start our second month of marriage.