Logan
Rebel is under the scalpel, and I'm praying the tumor hasn't spread anywhere else. They said it hadn't, but I keep imagining this terrible scenario where the doctors run out and tell me they have found something else life-threatening.
Silly, I know, but I can't help myself. I've never been this nervous in my entire life. Not when it comes to the well-being of the woman I love more than life itself. Rebel is everything to me.
"She will be alright," Alice places her hand on my knee. There are rings under her tired eyes, and I'm sure there are under mine as well.
"How do you know?" I ask.
"Because my sister is badass. Rebel got this in the bag, and you and I need to eat something. Nathan said he would pick us up to get pizza. He found someone to watch the kids."
I get up from my chair. "Great."
I leave the hospital with Alice and Nathan. We eat and joke despite the situation and then return to the hospital.