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“Jordan’s, either.” Her lips cracked into a grimace. “Still, she’s been watching too much of The Miriam and Teddy Show. Too much TV in general.” The doors slid open and Connor Stalling’s parents hurried past them. From the concern on their faces, something must have happened with Connor’s kidney transplant. Her heart went out to them and she wished there was something else she could do besides pray for his recovery.
“It’s not like she has a choice.”
Elizabeth watched him push the first-floor button. The interior of the elevator grew smaller and she stepped away to increase the distance between them. “I suppose you’re right. She’s read almost every book I’ve brought her and those in the play area, and on better days, she goes and plays games, but still…”
“Maybe me and some of the guys will come in on our days off and keep her company.”
“That will help.” She paused for a few seconds. “And give you a real chance to get to know her.” As she glanced over and saw understanding in his eyes, her stomach lurched. She’d been on this elevator too many times for it to be from the quick descent. The doors slid open and they stepped out onto the tiled foyer. She hesitated, looking between Blake and the empty space behind him. The E.R. was to their right, the entrance to the hospital to their left. Work beckoned, but suddenly she wanted some more time with Blake.
Gently he cupped her chin and tilted her head so she had no choice but to look at him. His nearness brought a measure of comfort and something else she was afraid to identify. “She will get better, Elizabeth.”
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