The sound of a heart after you've opened it back up

Tonight in the cath lab, after clearing an LAD that was hanging on by a thread, I put my stethoscope over the chest and heard the rhythm settle. Not steady yet—still tender, still remembering the clot. But there was a kind of forgiveness in the sound, like a phrase resolving. I don't know why I'm calling this a show; maybe just because I witnessed something I can't measure.