His replacement was someone I met by chance one morning while checking out Ethan.
A woman named Rebecca Mills.
His first sentence to me was:
“Dr. Hart, any clinical decision is yours. If you need anything administrative, tell me and I'll disappear.
I liked him immediately.
Two months later, I returned to New York.
Not this time for an emergency.
Ethan had regained enough strength to walk several miles a day.
I went into the review room and found him looking at his own electrocardiogram.
“He’s upside down,” I said.
He turned the blade.
“Now I understand why it seemed so worrying.
I checked his studies.
Everything was better than expected.
Can I go back to the gym?
"No.
“Run?”
"No.
“Work twelve hours a day?”
—Nor.
Is there anything fun I can do?
Sleep eight hours.
“That’s not fun.
Claire let out a laugh from the couch.
