Chapter 89 Hazel Has Recovered

The sterile smell of the doctor's office was comforting, somehow. It reminded me of all we'd been through over the last few months-the late nights, the worried glances, the weight of the unknown. But today, things were going to be different. Today, things were going to get better. Hazel sat beside me in the waiting room, her fingers nervously twisting together. Her leg was bouncing up and down in that way it did whenever she got anxious. I reached over and put my hand on hers, giving it a squeeze. "It's going to be fine," I said, trying to reassure her.