oe dropped us at the hospital’s front entrance, and we went inside to find the ICU.
Following directions from a nurse, we found the part of the hospital where Lana was under the 24/7 care of doctors and nurses.
She was in a bed, surrounded by tubes and monitors. Her left leg was in a cast, and she had a bandage wrapped around her head.
Harry was in the room, holding his wife’s hand. “You must get better, dearest, so we can go on that trip you wanted to take,” Harry told Lana even though she was unconscious.
Harry kissed Lana’s fingers before holding them to his cheek. “When you get better, we will do and go anywhere you like, my darling,”
He looked over his wife’s bruised, perfectly still form covered with tubes and wires and burst into tears.
“Please get better, Lana, sweetheart. Wh
