My Heart Skipped in the Recovery Room
My face warmed instantly, heat rushing to my cheeks as I looked away, suddenly very interested in adjusting the date label on his line.
“Stay calm, Philippa,” I whispered to myself.
I focused on my duties, counting the drip, checking the IV site, and smoothing the blanket carefully, anything to distract myself from the way my heart refused to settle.
After a few minutes, the monitor steadied, and the quiet returned to the room.
I stepped back, taking one last glance—brief, cautious before turning away.
As I walked out of the recovery room, my shoes barely made a sound against the tiles.
But my heart…
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