"Where is she?" he asked at the front desk of the hospital.
The receptionist looked up, "Good afternoon doctor. She's recovering in room 312, though I would wait if you want to see her, she is probably asleep right now."
The doctor's face turned white, "So she did it?"
"Yes sir, the procedure was successful."
He nodded at the receptionist as he turned down the corridor. "Yes, thank you."
"It was my pleasure, sir," she said.
"Why do we say that?" he asked, spinning around.
"'It was my pleasure.' Why do we say that? We haven't felt pleasure in many years."
"I suppose it's just an old habit. I haven't given much thought to it really."
"Right," he said heading towards room 312.
The door was opened and the lights were all off when the doctor entered the room. He
walked over to her and looked down on her sleeping face. She looked different, he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was though.
"Here, I will let in some sun. You always liked natural light," he said drawing the dull, brown curtains.
He walked back over to where she slept. He knew he couldn't stay for when she woke up, but he somehow needed to see her. She looked empty. The same empty that he felt now.
He reached out and brushed her hair out of her eyes.
"I'm so sorry."