Forever: Hannah

When I entered my husband's hospital room early the next morning, I expected to see him, at best, sound asleep with a pillow over his face to block out the sounds of the bustling hospital behind me.

For the past few days that I had entered his room, I was shocked to see he was still sound asleep with the pillows over his eyes. The doctor had told me this was something that all patients in recovery experienced, so I didn't question it.

What I did not expect, however, was to see him sitting near the window in one of the chairs and tables provided. His laptop was in front of him. His back was straight as he vigorously typed away at the small keyboard.

Roman was still dressed in his hospital clothes; however, papers and documents were sprawled out in front of him as he played with his glasses between his fingers and looked from the physical reports to the electronic ones on his screen.

I rested my hands on my hips as my eyebrows furrowed together.