I headed down to the cafeteria knowing that even though I wasn't hungry I had to eat. It had been over eight hours since I had eaten last; and with the wreck I had been if I didn't eat I'd be of no use to Keith later. I swallowed down a roast beef sandwich and a soda, and then paced the waiting room floor.

An hour later an elderly doctor in his sixties with snow white hair, sapphire blue eyes, and a fatherly demeanor approached me. He was wearing a doctor's coat and green scrubs. I stopped dead in my tracks.

"Mrs. Sheppard?"

"Yes."

"I'm Doctor Collins."

"Is my husband okay?" I managed to utter. I found it hard to breathe as I pinched my nose to keep the tears from falling. I then focused on him, silently hoping for good news.

"He needs rest and time to heal, but he'll be fine. The tests show there is no internal bleeding. He has three broken ribs though. He also has some minor cuts and bruises. What I was most worried about were his fingers. I set them and its going to be a rough recovery, but as I said he'll be fine."