"Well, there she is!" Rosa greeted me when I walked through the hospital doors, ready for work. She had called me often while I was out, checking on me and making sure that I was okay, letting me cry or laugh when I needed to, in addition to dragging me out of the house this morning. If she hadn't visited me the day before, I probably wouldn't have been back at the hospital now.
"Morning, Rosa," I said cheerfully. I was surprised that I didn't have to fake it. "What do we have going on this morning?"
"Leila, are you okay?" Rosa asked, ignoring my question as concern filled her eyes.
"Oh, no! Now don't start that!" I said, reaching for a chart. "Who was it that came to my house last night, bearing Chinese food, telling me to get my ass back to work?" I joked. I looked at the chart and
