Three weeks later
Emma was sitting on a chair inside the hospital, trying to get up enough energy to go home. She had spent the whole day at the hospital, getting her blood tests done, seeing her doctor, arranging her next round of chemo for two weeks from then, and – of course – filling in yet more paperwork. She hadn’t eaten at all and she was exhausted.
I think I’d better call one of the girls. I’m not in any shape to get myself home. God, the fatigue is bad today. I’ll try Jenny… I think she said she’d be finished at the restaurant around three o’clock today. Maybe she’ll even bring me some food, if I ask.
She was just reaching into her purse for her phone when she saw jean-clad legs stop right in front of her.
“Emma?”
She glanced up and dropped her phone in shock. It was Dean.
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