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“I can’t say at this point, although I feel fairly confident that we caught it early. For now, we need you to go home and heal, and then we’ll start treatment.”
He wanted to make her tell him if he would live or die, but it was obvious she wouldn’t give him a death sentence. Not yet, anyway. Besides, God would have the last word.
“Anything else, Doc?” he asked.
“No. Except I want you to stick to a healthy diet. Plenty of lean protein, healthy fats, fruits, vegetables, and whole grains. Limit sugar, caffeine, salt, processed foods, and alcohol.”
“I don’t drink.”
“Did you hear the rest of it?”
“Sure. Limit sugar, salt, and processed foods.”
“And caffeine.”
“I’m ignoring that part. It will be tough.”
“Is it tougher than dying?”
Logan sighed. “Okay. I hear you.”
More light in the eyes.
“Any improvement?”
He couldn’t stop the tear that ran down the side of his face. “Yeah. I can’t make out your features, but I can see the shape of your body.”
“Good. I think your sight will get better as the day goes on.”
“I pray you’re right.”
“You have some visitors. Okay if I let them in?”
“Yes. Please.”
“And I’ll have some food brought in.”
“I suppose it will be healthy?”
“All hospital food is healthy.”
Although he couldn’t see her clearly, he could hear the smile in her voice.
“Thanks.”
“I’ll be here for a while. I have some other patients to see. But I’ll stop by and check with you again before I leave.”
“Okay.”
He heard her walk to the door, open it, and leave. This was serious. But what about the man who told him everything would be all right? What had he said? “You need to know everything will be all right. Just have faith. God is with you.” He wanted to yell, How is this all right? But his anger wasn’t from God. It was the enemy’s attempt to rob him of his faith—the biggest weapon given to God’s people against the plans and attacks of the father of lies.
Logan took several deep breaths, and then he prayed, first for himself. Help me, God. I’m sorry for reacting this way. I want faith and peace, not fear. I choose to trust you. This time when the words from the man who’d spoken to him echoed in his mind, he grabbed hold of them with every ounce of faith he could gather. Then, after putting his situation in God’s hands, he prayed for Alex. Where was she, and what was happening?
He heard the door of his room open and could make out two shapes.
“Who’s there?” he asked.
“It’s us.”
