"Apparently it might be weeks or more before I can see properly again," Foggy said. "And you should read this information sheet! The list of things that can go wrong. I know they have to cover their bases, but honestly it reads like they're trying to put people off. Listen to this." He ran his finger slowly over the braille on the page on his knee. "Rejection, glaucoma, infection. Retinal detachment. That's a bad one."
Matt reached out and took the sheet of paper from Foggy's hands. He placed it on the table next to the bed. "None of that is going to happen," he said.
Foggy sighed. "I know," he said. He picked the paper back up along with the ballpoint pen left by the nurse. He tapped the pen several times at the bottom of the page, in the approximate location of the signature line. "Things do happen though. That's why they make you sign stuff like this."
"You're not having second thoughts, are you?" Matt asked him.
"No." He tapped the pen a few more times. "Well, only in the most theoretical of ways," he added. Foggy rested the bottom of the paper on his knee and signed his name.
"It'll be fine," Matt told him.
Foggy's fingers found the aftercare section of the information sheet and began to read slowly. "I know," he said. "And hey, even if if does go wrong they're only doing the one eye today. I have a spare, right?"
"Not funny," Matt told him.
"Not meant to be. Hey, it says here I should have a friend drive me home after," Foggy said. "Care to volunteer?"
Matt laughed. "Absolutely," he promised. He stilled, then tapped Foggy on the arm. "They're coming for you."
Foggy took a deep breath as he heard shoes approaching on the hard floor.
"Mr Nelson?" a woman's voice, not one he recognized. He nodded. "I'm going to take you through to surgery now, if you're ready."
Foggy smiled. "I've never been more ready for anything in my life."
"I'll see you after," Matt told him.
Foggy shook his head. "Doubtful, buddy, but give me a few days and I might just about be able to see you."
That's all folks, thanks for reading!