Emma smiled at Dallas as he stepped off the hospital elevator. “Hi, Dallas.”
“Hey, darlin’,” he said. “You doing OK?”
“Yeah. I’m glad to be leaving.”
“The blood tests all went alright?’
“Yeah. Just a bit tiring.”
He took in her pallor and the dark smudges under her eyes. “I’ll just bet. So, you all done here? Free as a bird?”
“Yeah. I have to go out to the parking lot in this wheelchair, though.”
“Sure thing,” he said. “Let’s go.”
He rolled her carefully out into the cool early-autumn air, and watched as she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. The weak sun touched her face, gave her a bit of a glow.
Shit. She’s really fading.
He opened the car door and gently lifted her to her feet. She swayed and he held on to her.
“Emma? You OK?”
Her eyes were closed, her fingers grasping his
