Doctor Jacobs patted Jenifer's hand one last time and stood. "A nurse will take you to see your husband as soon as he's settled."
She said, "Thank you," and sat quietly with eyes closed, until the patter of hurried steps entered the room.
A breathless Mary Fuller sat down and hugged her. Fresh tears began to flow.
"How's Bruce? Any word?"
Jenifer told her everything she knew.
Leaning over, Mary kissed her hair, and rubbed her back. "I'm sure they're taking good care of him."
Resting her head on Mary's shoulder, Jenifer sighed. "All I can do is wait and hope he comes back to me."
They sat huddled together until a nurse came in. "Ms. Baxter, you can see your husband now."
"Can my friend come, too?"
After a brief pause, the nurse said, "Sure. That's fine."
They followed her down the hall, through automatic doors that seemed to moan as they opened, and into a patient care area filled with wall hung, flat screen monitors, displaying wavy lines of vital signs. Jenifer grabbed Mary's hand for support.
The nurse stopped outside room number 12 and motioned inside. "He's heavily sedated, so he won't know you're here. Don't be alarmed by his appearance. He's still filled with IV fluids from the operation. The puffiness will go away in a few hours. If you have any questions, go to the nurse's station over there." She pointed, smiled, and left them alone.
Squeezing Mary's hand, Jenifer edged inside the dim room. Bruce's head was encased with bandages, his face swollen and nearly unrecognizable. Bags of intravenous liquids hung bedside. A catheter bag hung below, hooked to the bedframe.
Jenifer placed her hand over mouth and stifled a mournful cry. "It's all my fault. He'd be better off if we'd never met."
Mary hugged her sideways. "This is not your fault. Don't blame yourself for something you had no control over."
Reaching out, Jenifer lightly stroked Bruce's bare arm. "He feels so cold. Maybe he needs more blankets."
"We can ask, but I bet reducing his body temperature is part of the treatment."
Jenifer turned to face Mary, and asked, "Why isn't Daniel here? I need to talk to him."
"The police still had some questions. He wants me to bring you to his place for the night. You shouldn't be alone."
"I can't leave Bruce. I'm staying here."
"There's nothing you can do here. You need to clean up and rest, and be here when he wakes up."
After much back and forth, Jenifer felt exhausted and agreed to go with Mary. They gave the nursing staff several emergency cellphone numbers to call if anything happened.
"We'll stop at your house and pick up some clothes," said Mary, leading Jenifer by the hand to her car.
"Okay. I need my cellphone, too."
The next thing Jenifer knew, Mary was gently shaking her.
"Wake up, Jen. We're here."
Together, they entered the silent house and gathered toiletries and clothing. More tears flowed down Jenifer's cheeks as she stood at the foot of her marriage bed, staring at the rumpled sheets left by their love making just a few hours ago.
"Come on, Honey. Let's go." Mary took her hand and led her away.
They drove separately to Daniel's, so that Jenifer would be free to leave at a moment's notice. They climbed the stairs to the apartment and entered the kitchen. Daniel sat at the table, nursing a glass of whiskey, no ice. He stood, opened his arms, and Jenifer fell into his embrace.