“TELL ME NOT be scared,” Callie says.
“Don’t be scared,” I say.
“Tell me you’ll be waiting for me in the recovery room.”
“I’ll actually be in the operating room with you.”
“You’ll do anything to see me naked.”
“Damn right I will.”
She smiles a lazy, drug-induced smile.
“I love you, Creed.”
“Creed?”
“That’s your name, isn’t it?”
She goes out before I can answer.