Page 67 of Hopeful Hearts

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“There’s no point thinking about what might have been. It’s not going to help anyone and you're going to drive yourself crazy.”

“I wasn’t thinking straight. All I could focus on was finding Austin and convincing him to come and see you. I knew if he saw you, he’d at least consider going through with the transplant.”

“You weren’t wrong. Well, eventually.”

“What do you mean?”

“He came to see me. Ironically, he was probably with me while you were on that oil rig looking for him.”


“We talked. Not about anything in particular. It didn’t end well. He’s hurt by Mum and Dad giving him up, and I can’t say I blame him for carrying resentment for that. He was going to leave, but I had a funny turn and I think it gave him a fright.”

“I’m so happy he changed his mind. What did Doctor Gunner say about him being a match? Did he give you any indication as to how likely the transplant is to be successful?”

“Not really, but you know what he’s like. He’s not going to say anything unless the science backs it up. He did say he is due another miracle, so that’s got to be good news. He did say the signs are all promising.”

Brodie lifted his head long enough to muster a smile and Sophia’s eyes searched his.

“No chance. You need to rest.” He said, reading her thoughts.

“Austin is my brother, too. If it was one of your brothers, would you just lie here doing nothing?”

“There’s no way you're leaving this room. Let me go and see if I can find out what’s going on. I’ll come straight back, okay?”

“Make sure you tell him I’m okay and that I love him.”

“Of course.”

Brodie strode out of the room and, for the first time since she had woken from the operation, she was alone with her thoughts.

Desperate to see Austin and make sure he was doing well after the surgery, she attempted to pull herself to an upright position. Her body was weak. The pain medication had kicked in and numbed the intense pain in her torso. In its place, a low dull ache overcame her entire body. Her head was whirling with all the things she wanted to get up and do, but the pain with even the slightest movement let her know that for now, she wasn’t going anywhere.

In the silence of the room, tiredness crept over her.


The next day, Sophia woke feeling physically better. Her pain was much improved, and she felt stronger, somehow. She told Brodie it was probably a case of mind over matter.

“You look brighter,” he commented.

“I feel it. I have to be strong today, for Emmet. Can you take me to see him again?”

“Of course.”

“I want to see Austin, too. I need to know how he’s getting on and thank him for everything.”

“We can do both. But first, breakfast.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You just said yourself, you need to be strong today.”

“When did you last eat something?”

“This is not about me,” Brodie replied.

“You’re going to make yourself ill if you don’t eat properly. How about we both have breakfast, then you can take me to see my brothers.’

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