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Doc sat in the chair next to her bed as she slept. By instinct, he turned every few minutes to look at the monitor. She was going to be fine but he still worried of his wife.
On a small table next to him was what was left of a tray of food. Doc wasn't used to being a visitor so he felt a bit strange. Still, the cuisine at Canaria Medical was better than anywhere else since it was often fresh.
He paused from writing in his journal to watch his wife sleeping. She was comfortable. Earlier, he had brushed her hair out. He watched her chest rise and fall with a smile. She had survived a brush with death as her body fought off pneumonia. He was grateful. Even still, she would go through life probably needing an occasional treatment of oxygen. To him, it was a small price to pay.
As he sat, he was writing some information in a journal of his. He constantly looked around, afraid someone would notice. Finally, his protoge, his appointed chief resident entered the room.
"Excuse me, Sir, but visiting hours are almost over," joked the red headed doctor.
Doc could only laugh.
She smiled re-reassuringly, "Midori will be fine. I'll alert you when she awakes. Go home to your children."
"I think I will," Doc answered, "Have a good night, Doreen." he stated. With that, he left, headed for his quarters on Med Force One.
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