Luke Memorial to check on my patient.

Paisley was sitting up in bed, and her whole face lit up the instant I walked in.

“Did you fix my tummy?” she asked, clutching a stuffed bear.

“I certainly did,” I said, sitting on the edge of her bed.

“And you’re going to feel much better very soon.”

“My dad said you’re a real-life superhero who saved my life.” She announced it with great authority.

Zachary was in the corner armchair, watching us with a warm, tired smile.