The memories of Sergio treating me had long faded, but looking at him now, kneeling on the floor with something raw and exposed in his eyes, it felt like he was the one who needed saving. Answering him wasn't the hard part — I just couldn't afford to light a spark near whatever was burning inside him. The safest thing was to meet him where he was. "A lot of things are still blurry for me. Whether it's you or Lewis, both are just names without faces attached. To me, you're my doctor. That's all I have."
I gently pulled my hand from his and rested it on my stomach. "Right now, the only thing I'm focused on is getting these babies here safely."
He seemed to settle at that — maybe because it meant he and Lewis were standing on the same blank ground in my mind, neither one ahead of the other.
