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“Hey, you invited me,” Jordan joked. “Of course I’d show up.”
“Yeah, but you’re busy.”
“Not too busy to visit one of my best fans.”
Brian looked uncertain. “I am?”
“You used your wish on me.”
A grin appeared again. “Yeah, I did. I just can’t believe it worked.”
Brian’s assorted visitors laughed—including two who, from the resemblance, could be Brian’s parents.
Sera felt her smile become tremulous. Damn Jordan Serenghetti. He made her mad, sad and bad by turns—she was always riding a roller coaster in his company.
As the adults talked, Sera learned that Brian’s prognosis was good. His leukemia was responding to treatment.
“I brought you something,” Jordan said to Brian.
“The hockey stick is for me?”
“Of course. What would a visit be without memorabilia? And I’m going to sign it, too.” Jordan fished a marker out of his pocket and placed his signature on the widest part. Then he handed the stick to Brian.
“Wow! Thanks.”
“I hope you enjoy it.”
Brian looked up from his gift. “Do you think you’ll be playing again soon?”
“I hope so.” Then Jordan turned to nod in the direction of the doorway. “Sera’s the one who’s making sure I’ll be back on the ice.”
“She’s your doctor?”
Sera flushed. Such an innocent question, and such a complicated answer. Hired professional, in-law and...
Jordan chuckled. “She’s medical. Definitely one of the scrubs.”
She cleared her throat as everyone’s gaze swung to her. “I’m his physical therapist. We, um, crossed paths downstairs after I saw another patient, and Jordan was kind enough to invite me along on this visit. I hope you don’t mind.”
Her voice trailed off as she finished her lame and rambling explanation. Not a girlfriend, not a girlfriend, not a girlfriend. Thank goodness there were no television cameras in the room.
“Hey, Brian, let’s get some pictures of you with Jordan,” someone piped up after a moment.
Sera was glad for the change of topic.
Obligingly, Jordan stepped forward and leaned in so that someone could snap a photo. Afterward, Jordan lingered for another quarter of an hour, talking with Brian and the others.
Sera chatted with a woman who introduced herself as Brian’s mother and also with a nurse who stopped in. A half hour later, as Brian yawned a couple
of times, Jordan took his cue, and Sera followed his lead in saying goodbye.
As she and Jordan made their way toward the elevator bank, she remarked, “You were the highlight of his day.”
Jordan sighed, suddenly serious. “It’s tough sometimes. Not all of the kids get better, but their courage is inspiring.”
“You lift their spirits.”
His lips quirked. “It’s the least I can do if I’m not going to heal their bodies with physical therapy.”
