Denny noticed that her eyes were a bit too bright. Her saw her lip quiver and knew she was holding it all in. He told himself to stay still, to not jump out of the stretcher and wrap his arms around her. It was all he could do to keep himself seated.
"I'm fine." He was still cheerful, still smiling. "Well, not completely fine. Got a bum heart again. But I feel okay." He leaned back to glance up at her. "I think those guys think I'm crazy. I think I'm a little crazy. Might want to have me checked out by your psyche ward." It was a lame attempt at levity.
She was wheeling him into the hospital. It was only a few seconds before Denny was struck by that sterile hospital smell. He'd always loathed it, but he'd grown used to it once. Now, he was just happy to be able to smell. "How are you feeling?"