I could imagine that Dr. Miller was wondering who the hell he was, but I was too lost in my own euphoria to care about the little details like that right now.
My sister had made it through surgery. She had a new heart. She was going to be okay. And I was wrapped up in Jett’s arms.
We spent a little more time talking to the doctor and then I asked to see my sister. He allowed it, but only through the window. She was sleeping right now and needed to recover, so it was important that she be allowed to get as much rest as possible. He promised that I would be able to see her as soon as she was up again.
I thanked him a hundred more times, then he went over the medicines that Bree would need to take while she was healing. They’d have to keep her at the hospital for another month while she re
