Chapter 36
Chapter Thirty-Six
Cavin
Erin hasn't left her sister's side. She's holding Bridget's hand like it's the only thing anchoring her to earth.
“The disease is aggressive,” Dr. Rosenberg says after reviewing her charts.
“Can you help her?” Erin's voice is small. Desperate.
He looks up and smiles. “Oh, yes. I believe I can.”
The relief on Erin's face nearly breaks me.
“It won't be easy,” he continues. “The treatment I'm proposing is experimental. Aggressive. We have a long road ahead of us, and it will make her feel worse before she feels better. But the success rate for cases like hers is encouraging. Approximately seventy percent achieve full remission.”
“Seventy percent…” Bridget breathes.
“Those are good odds, given where we're starting.” Dr. Rosenberg closes his tablet. “I'll need to run additional tests today. Bloodwork and the like. Then we can begin treatment tomorrow, if you're willing.”
“I'm willing,” Bridget says immediately.
“Eager, good.” Dr. Rosenberg stands and winks at her. “That fighting spirit will serve you well. Now, let me coordinate with the hospital staff. I'll need specific equipment brought in.” He pauses at the door. “Oh, and Mr. McCarthy?”
“Aye?”
“After I'm done here, you're getting those ribs wrapped, that cut stitched, and your bloody head looked at again. No arguments.”
“Aye.”
He leaves before I can protest.
Erin giggles, and Bridget follows suit.
“Bloody hell,” I mutter, which only makes them laugh harder. I smile and shake my head. I’m outnumbered, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.