Warren. We’re transporting you there this evening.” The doctor checked something on his chart.
“You mean I can’t go home?”
“Your surgeon wants to stay on the safe side and keep you in the hospital until your surgery tomorrow.”
Cody closed his eyes. “Is my friend still here? Ally Curtis?”
“There was a lady asking about you.”
“Can you send her in?”
Something kind and understanding settled in the doctor’s knowing gaze. “For a few minutes. Then I need you to rest.”
“I promise.”
The doctor exited and Cody stared at the ceiling. This was bad. He’d planned to have surgery with no one the wiser. Not Ally. Not his family. He’d written them all letters and left them in envelopes on his kitchen counter—explaining everything—in case he didn’t survive tomorrow’s surgery.