I startle awake when the doctor places a hand on my shoulder. Sleep fades quickly as I look up from my spot next to Dawn"s bed into the kind green eyes of the tall man towering over me. His sandy-blonde hair is unkempt in a cute kind of way. He"s much younger than most of the stuffy doctors I"ve seen in London, but it"s his gentleness with Dawn that puts me at ease. No other person in Texas has treated us as they would their own people.
“Good morning Dr. Cole,” I say.
“I"ve told you a million times, Gabby, call me Darren.” When he smiles, I can"t help but smile back.
“How"s my sister doing today?”
“Her vitals look good. It shouldn"t be long now.” He pulls out a large needle.
“What"s that?” I ask.
“Something to help,” he explains before injecting it.
I guess he is the doctor. There w
