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Jason pulled back the curtain in the emergency room cubicle, and found Alison sitting in a chair holding Sarah’s hand. Sarah had regained consciousness. He noticed the I.V. dripping sucrose into her left arm. Their eyes met. The nurse questioned him. He ignored her.

It all made sense now.

How could he have been so stupid?

Jason turned to Alison. She was so glad to see him. They hugged each other tightly, Alison’s eyes tearing up with relief. Sarah looked at them and smiled. As they released each other, Alison began to explain that the doctor wanted to run some tests. He suspected diabetes.

“She’ll be fine now,” Jason replied calmly. “No need to worry. When they run their tests, they won’t find diabetes, or anything else.”

He was smiling, smiling at Sarah, smiling at the nurse, smiling at Alison.

Sarah was also smiling, mostly at Jason.

Alison knew, somehow, that he was right. She had a lot of questions but was just too exhausted to ask them. She fell back in her chair, looked at them both, and began smiling herself. The only one not smiling at this point was the nurse. The poor woman was now entirely confused.

“Doctor!”