Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
London
We arrived at the hospital, where Dr. Finn was waiting for us.
“Guess what, Dr. Finn?” I smiled.
“What?”
“Damien and I got married today.” I held out my hand.
“Wow. Congratulations.” He hugged me and then turned to Damien and shook his hand. “That is wonderful news. I’m sorry you have to spend your wedding night in here.”
“It’s fine. We already celebrated.” Damien smirked.
I signed all the paperwork I needed to, changed into the hospital gown I’d grown to hate over the years, and climbed into bed, hooked up to an IV.
“Please don’t hate me, but I will have to shave part of your head.”
“I know, Dr. Finn. This isn’t my first time.”
He placed his hand on mine and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’ll see you both at five a.m.”
As soon as he walked out of the room, I asked Damien to hand me my camera, for I was going to film a video and post it on my blog.
I had thousands of messages from people keeping me in their prayers and wishing me good luck.
I expressed my gratitude, and when I was done, I uploaded it and closed my laptop.
“Damien, we never talked about the what if’s,” I softly spoke.
“There aren’t going to be any, London. You’re going to pull through this surgery with flying colors.”
He climbed into the bed and wrapped his arms around me.
“Everything is going to be fine.” He kissed my head. “You’re going to be fine.”
I lay there, staring at the ring on my finger.
Even if I didn’t survive the surgery, I at least got to live a day as Mrs. Damien Prescott, which I was incredibly grateful for.
But I couldn’t help but worry about Damien.
I had spent the last year at peace with what was to come, but I wasn’t sure if he would ever find peace again if something happened.
The nurse came into the room at four fifteen and woke me up. Damien stirred, kissed the side of my head, climbed out of bed, and went into the bathroom.
“Can you please open my bag and hand me the envelope that is sitting on top?” I asked the nurse.
“Of course.” She smiled. As soon as she handed it to me, I stared at Damien’s name, which I had written on the envelope, and then tucked it under my pillow when he emerged from the bathroom.
“I’m sorry, London,” the nurse spoke. “But you’ll have to take off your wedding ring.”
I stared at it for a moment and then slipped it off my finger, placing it in Damien’s palm and closing his fingers around it with tears in my eyes. He sat on the edge of the bed, leaned in, and wrapped his arms around me.
“You’ll get it back. Do you understand me? You will be wearing this ring again after your surgery,” he whispered.
I hugged him tight as the tears freely fell down my face.
“I love you, Damien.”
“I love you too.”
“Good morning, you two,” Jamieson spoke as he stepped inside the room. He walked over to the bed and placed his hand on mine. “It’s time, London. Are you ready?” he asked.
“Can you give me a minute, please?”
“Of course.” He softly smiled.
I pulled the envelope from under my pillow and handed it to Damien.
“What’s this?” he asked.
“Just something I wrote to you. I want you to open it after I go into surgery.”
“London.” Tears filled his eyes.
“It’s okay, Damien.” I grabbed his hand. “I’m ready, Dr. Finn. Let’s go now.”
“Come on, people. Let’s get her to the O.R.,” he spoke. “Damien, you can hold her hand and follow us until we get to the doors. Then you can take a seat in the waiting room.”
They wheeled me out of the room as my heart raced a mile a minute. Damien held my hand the whole way, and when we reached the doors of the O.R., he leaned down and softly kissed my lips.
“You come back to me. Please do not leave me waiting. Do you understand? You come back to me, Mrs. Prescott.”
I reached up and placed my hand on his cheek. “I love you,” I whispered.