Blooming Again
Language: en
The metal-on-metal screech of the collision still echoed in my ears. By the time we were rushed to the emergency room, Diana’s husband was already there, pacing the sterile hallway with their little girl piggybacked on his shoulders. "Why did you bring her out?" Diana gasped, her voice thick with panic. "She's still running a fever..." Her tone was accusatory, but the frantic terror in her eyes instantly melted into relief the moment she looked at him. She had her anchor. Then her gaze drifted to me, sitting alone on a gurney with an IV line dripping into my vein. A flicker of confusion…