Noreen's slap was so forceful that her own palm stung, but it did nothing to quell the grief and rage consuming her.
Felix turned his head to the side, silent.
Shortly after, a nurse wheeled Claire out of the operating room. Noreen, her eyes red, followed close behind, asking the nurse about Claire's condition.
"The patient hasn't woken up yet. A family member should stay with her and call a doctor immediately if anything changes."
Noreen was so choked up she couldn't speak. She could only grip Claire's cold hand tightly, trying to warm it with her own.
Nurses moved in and out of the room. Noreen never left her bedside, not for a single moment. Felix was there, too, but he remained silent. Noreen's focus was entirely on Claire; she had no energy to spare for anyone else.
Claire woke up two hours later. Noreen, who had been holding her hand the whole time, felt the slight movement instantly. "Honey, you're awake," she whispered urgently. "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Claire's voice was barely a whisper, more breath than sound. "Pain."
"Cold."
Those were the only two sensations she had.
Noreen frantically rubbed her hands, blowing warm air onto them, trying to bring some warmth back. She called for a nurse, asking if they had any heating pads or anything that could warm a person up quickly. The nurse brought several hot water bottles, but Claire still felt cold. Even under a thick blanket, with five hot water bottles tucked inside and the room's thermostat turned to its highest setting, she still felt like she was in an icehouse.
Noreen anxiously called the doctor back. After an examination, the doctor explained that it was a normal post-operative reaction. The anesthesia had suppressed her body's thermoregulation center, causing her temperature to drop. Reassured, Noreen carefully tucked the blankets around Claire, trying to keep any warmth from escaping.


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