A Bright New Day

I jumped to my feet when I heard Brandon move. His fingers flickered slightly and I covered his hand with mine, my heart hammering my chest. His head tilted a little toward me and his lips parted.

"Hey," I whispered. "Easy there."

He tried to speak and frowned.

"It's okay, Bran. The surgery worked alright."

He frowned deeper, trying to press my fingers. I took his hand to my lips to kiss it.

"It worked, Bran," I repeated, just in case. "You're gonna be fine."

His shaky sigh told me he'd understood. His other hand came slowly up to brush the dressing covering his eyes.

"That's gonna stay there for a few days."

"Did it?" he mumbled, as his fingers explored the dressing further.

"Yes, love. It worked. If we do what the doctor says, you're gonna be fine in a few months. Maybe even better than before the infection."

He let out another shaky sigh with a muffled groan that almost made me cry.