Rochester had been extremely anxious about the operation. He hadn't slept much at all on Sunday night. Although his conversations with Henry and Marian really had done a lot to put his mind at ease, there was definitely still a fear there.
Darcy had helped him get organised, and left his wife to escort him down to the medbay while he took Pointer away for a run with Bingley. It was one less thing to worry about. And Ashley was good at keeping him calm on the way there.
He was prepped and ready in no time, and a few seconds ago he'd heard Henry say that he was administering the anaesthetic. He had no idea how much more time had actually passed, it felt like he blinked and--
"Ohmygod!" he exclaimed, sitting up a hell of a lot faster than he should have. "Woah..." his head spun wildly, but it was hard to care too much when for the first time in over six months it the world was not just blackness to him.