Davidsons

"We will need you to come back, Anna, for weekly check-ups." His tone was serious, his eyes filled with concern; Anna hadn't seen him like this for the last nine years. His voice on edge tipped with worry; the last time he was like that was the moment he had to tell Isobel that Anna had to go under heart transplant surgery.

"Why? Is everything not okay?" Anna bit her lips as sweat trickled down her nape, disappearing down her shirt. Isobel, had her hands clasped as she kept looking at the doctor with faith in her eyes, "Any change in the medications?"

He shook his head," For now, we will examine her under these medicines. If anything feels wrong, come right away or call 911. Don't even take the minor chest pain as nothing. Ok?"

"Of course," Isobel said. Anna sighed, already tired of her problematic heart.

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