Flashbacks of visiting Ezra cloud my mind as we make our way to Everett’s room. I cling to Chelsea’s arm, walking blindly beside her. I am so grateful that she is here right now; I don’t think I would be doing so well if she weren’t. We pass many rooms on our way, each room housing someone sick or injured. I am once again amazed by the doctors and nurses that come here every day. They save people’s lives for a living; I don’t imagine there is anything greater or more stressful than that. It reminds me just how amazing my best friend is. We stop outside a room that is closed. Three doctors stand outside the door, lost in their own conversation.
“This is Everett’s room. Two of those men are surgeons, the other one is a doctor.” Chelsea informs me.
We stand in silence, waiting for them to
