“Go, we will stay” Celia said when she saw the torn look on Maxwell's face.

He looked back at the “In operation” sign still showing over the door, then back to Reyona's gurney and nodded, “Thank you” before he hurried after her bed.

Celia moved closer to her husband, and they held each other as they waited.

“I thought they don't do operations in the emergency room,” she said in contemplation.

“They could, in peculiar cases,” Andrew said in a sombre tone. Urgent, peculiar cases.”

“Oh, God. Please let her be okay” she prayed as she held him tighter.

After a while, she said, “They should know.”

“Her family?”

Celia...