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There was a cucumber and tomato sandwich on my tray table and a small apple juice.

And a huge bunch of balloons on my side table.

Lightning McQueen, of course.

* * *

After eatingand taking another nap, I felt so much better. I was getting stronger and able to stay awake longer as the day progressed.

Mr and Mrs Larson called in to say hello, and after Tully fed me dinner, they took him home. And when I say he fed me dinner, I mean that he sat on the side of the bed and spoon fed me dinner.

I wasn’t even embarrassed or annoyed.

It just made me happy.

And playing the charade of husbands didn’t bother me at all.

In fact, I was getting used to it.

Liked it, even.

Perhaps it was cliché, but almost dying made me realise what was important. I didn’t want to waste any more time.

More to the point, I didn’t want to cut my time short. Not that I ever did so deliberately, but there had been times when I’d been reckless or blasé.

Those days were over.

I wasn’t sure what it meant for my career. I would always be a meteorologist. I loved what I did. I loved my work at the bureau, and I loved the magnificence of Mother Nature.

But as for my personal quest to study the effects of lightning on the human body...

Well, I think I’d learned all I needed to know.

I’d been incredibly lucky to survive at all. Tully had been there to save me, and yet my brush with lightning, my very nearly dying because of it, had almost killed him too.

Not physically. It hadn’t stopped his heart as it did mine, but I’d broken his. I’d put him through hell.

And if he wanted to sit on the side of my bed and feed me gentle spoonfuls of food, then I would never object.

The installation of a pool was still a hard no, though.

I had to draw a line somewhere.

“Someone looks a little brighter tonight?” the doctor said. He came in, smiling, checking my charts on his iPad.

“Feel much better.”

“Heart rate’s good,” he said. “No light-headedness or pain?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Good.”

“How long will I be in this ward for?”

“We’ll take another ultrasound of your heart tomorrow, then we’ll see about maybe moving you back to the cardio ward, depending on what we find. How does that sound?”

“Good.”

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