Taylor

“Welcome back,” a male nurse greets as I struggle to open my heavy eyes.

I take in my surroundings. The wall at the foot of the bed contains clipboards and a gigantic clock, signaling it is 1:00 a.m. Two occupied beds line the wall to my right. On my left, a tall, thin brown-haired nurse holds my wrist, taking my pulse. His dark-rimmed glasses add character to his lightly freckled face. “You’re in recovery. Dr. Harding and your handsome man accompanied the twins to ...