EIGHT
Dr. Emilio stayed for the next four days, playing mediator between Jen and London until there was news of Dr. Elise Chan’s private plane touching down at the airport to escort me back to L.A. I was loaded in an ambulance to meet the plane. The rest of the group took a taxi.
Once we were airborne, Dr. Chan walked me through the prognosis. It wasn’t good.
I looked over at Shauna, playing at the far end of the jet, and still couldn’t make the news about the stroke stick in my head.
“Sean?” Dr. Chan pressed, squeezing my hand.
“Can you at least make me comfortable?”
“Of course. I have stronger pain medicine for the flight home, and once we get back to the States, we can work on regaining your strength.”
“Thanks.” I was surprised at her professionalism. We hadn’t parted on good ter
