(Kim's Point of View)
(MONTHS LATER)
"Are you worried?" I looked across at Arthur, who was seated in his wheelchair between Lucas and me in the doctor's office.
He shook his head at my question. "No," he retorted blatantly.
When I looked at Lucas, he gave me a reassuring nod. I felt like I was being pricked with needles Even if they weren't anxious.
Arthur's heart health had deteriorated in recent weeks, and after much convincing, he had consented to the heart transplant, but I couldn't help but be concerned as we waited for the doctor.
I'd heard about heart transplants and how dangerous they could be.
I groaned and waited, and after ten minutes, the door opened and Dr. Charlie strolled in with a few papers. He smiled at us.
"Good to see you again, Mr. and Mrs. Ro
