Something had to be wrong. I have never seen that much liquid on a bed pillow before. On closer inspection I could see Maries' hair was wet. The spot on the pillow where she laid her head was soaked. An actual pool. Fortunately I was able to wake her up easily. When she sat up in bed the liquid ran down her face in streams. The pillow, and the surrounding area on the bed, was saturated. So much so, it looked as if someone had emptied a full pitcher of water.
My mother in law awoke from the commotion and helped Marie change and to dry off. I called the surgeon that had removed the stitches. It was early in the morning, so I got an answering service. After listening to my story, the service put me on hold, while they contacted the surgeon. The whole process went quickly and it was just a few minutes until the surgeon came onto the phone.
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