"Well, there she is!" Rosa greeted me when I walked through the hospital doors, ready for work. She had called me often while I was out, checking on me and making sure that I was okay, letting me cry or laugh when I needed to, in addition to dragging me out of the house this morning. If she hadn't visited me the day before, I probably wouldn't have been back at the hospital now.

"Morning, Rosa," I said cheerfully. I was surprised that I didn't have to fake it. "What do we have ...