'Do you have any questions?' asked the Healer, checking a few vitals around Verity.
'When can I go home?'
'Let's see how you're doing at the end of the week, shall we?' Before Oliver could argue, Margaret thanked the Healer kindly and shoved a glass of water in her son's face.
'Someone will be by in a few hours to give you some more pain medication. You should get some rest, Mr. Wood.' And he left.
Stepping alongside Verity, Margaret put her arm around her daughter-in-law, gently prying her back from the bedside. 'Come along, Verity. Oliver needs to sleep. We'll be back after a cup of tea, alright my darling?'
Grateful for his mother's understanding, Oliver nodded; the pain was increasing, and even if he couldn't sleep, he wasn't sure he could concentrate on company at the moment. But he wasn't about to turn his bride away; his blessed mother knew, and understood that.