“Mr. Hartley,” the doctor boomed, “you are a very lucky man!”
I pushed upright in the bed and looked around the hospital room. What was I doing here? I looked back at the doctor, a large,cheery man. He seemed to know what I wanted.
“Your surgery was not going well, we thought we would lose you. But a donor became available during the surgery and we managed a transplant right then. You have been in a coma for a few weeks, we thought it safer to keep you under for you to heal. Your wife has been here, but she had to go back to Utah. The children, you know. Of course you know!” the doctor laughed. “But you will be free to go home today.”
Still dazed, I boarded the airplane for home mere hours later. I ‘d had a heart transplant. Is that why I felt so odd? Nothing made sense. And when I got to the airport at Salt Lake, and looked at my beautiful Natalie with her heart in her eyes, I felt nothing at all for her.