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Maggie was ringing her hands hoping for some kind of good news with how Charlie was. It was hard to believe there was potentially some kind of good news with how Charlie looked and it kept just replaying in her mind. She was stolen from her thoughts by the doctor and tried her best to smile through it all but she was pretty sure the worry on her face was evident. She nodded gently and followed the doctor into her office, taking a seat and feeling as though this could not be good in any way.
As she started explaining it all Mags face fell and she stared at her laps, her fingers worrying themselves and picking at dead cuticle till it almost bled. None of that sound good or like an easy fix in anyway. She hid her face in her hand at the news and all but broke at the thought, before she pulled herself together. “Yeah… I… I just. I don’t want him to be upset by it. I wanna find who did this to him.” She bit her lip and shook her head, “I hope he would understand that.”
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The doctor nodded her head and looked at Maggie. “I think that it’s the right decision.” She said and stood. “Someone will come out to give you updates during the surgery.” She said as she led Maggie back to the waiting room after having her sign the papers and she went back to the OR to get ready. Charlie was wheeled back to get ready for surgery. Hours passed and the surgeons were able to control the internal bleedings and they worked on his arm. One of the nurses went out to update Maggie and then went back to the surgery. They did what they could for his throat and then got the rape kit done.
Once the surgery was complete, they wheeled him to recovery and then to an ICU bed. A nurse finally came back out to Maggie with one of the surgeons to update her. “Family of Charlie Jones?” She called out and went over to Maggie. “He made it through surgery. We lost him twice but we were able to get him back and finished the surgery successfully. We repaired the internal bleeding and the shattered arm. We did what we could with his throat injuries but that is mostly just going to need to be left to heal on it’s own. We’ve done what we could for the other thing we’ve done…” She said, trying to keep a sense of privacy for her patient. “The rest is just going to be talking to him and getting his statement but he won’t have to be conscious for the physical stuff. We are expecting a full recovery pending him waking up to see if there will be any lingering effects of the lack of oxygen to his brain and his throat. Nancy here will take you back to see him.” She said before turning to walk away.
Nancy offered Maggie a smile before leading her to the ICU. “Normally we don’t allow overnight visitors but given the situation, we think it would be best if someone he knows was here whenever he decides to come back to the world of the awake. Someone will be by with a cot in case you don’t want to sleep in the chair.” She said as she let her into the room. Charlie was in the bed, tubes and wires coming from all through his body leading to the outside of the bed, the heart monitor beeped in the background and there was a tube down his throat, allowing oxygen to be pushed into his lungs and help him breath.
Maggie sat there impatiently waiting her leg bouncing as she a way to keep her from counting the seconds. Shew jumped when they called for Charlie's family. He didn't really have any but she stood up. Hearing he would make a full recovery had her releasing the breath she didn't realize she had been holding the whole time. She followed Nancy and listened to her not really wanting to answer just wanting to see Charlie and once she did her eyes widened. She turned to the nurse and smiled, "Thank you."
She carefully made her way over to Charlie's bed, her hand gently running over his forehead so she hopefully didn't disturb him as her eyes filled with tears. She pressed a small peck to his cheek, thankful he was still there. "I'm so sorry... I'm not going anywhere, Charlie. I promise. I'm going to be right here whenever you wake up." She said blinking back the tears and wiping her hand over his head again before making herself comfortable on the cot next to him. She couldn't bring herself to lay down, she just stared at him. Watching him, a part of her wondering how the hell this could be real.














