Julia’s POVFive days later“All right, cowboy,” I said, entering Andrew’s room. “I have homemade lasagna, or spaghetti and meatballs. Pick your poison.”Andrew smiled at me from the hospital bed. He changed his position, struggling to sit up.“Don’t move,” I chastised him. “Remember what the doctor said? You need to rest. And that means no sitting up.”Walking over to his bed, I punched the button that lifted his seat to a sitting position. I was happy to see that a bit of color had returned to his cheeks.He was looking better than he had yesterday, but he was still a far cry from his old self.His heart had stopped the day after his surgery, so they’d taken him back in. Officially, he’d died. That’s what the doctor told me. But he was a fighter, and they managed to resuscitate him.It was a miracle, and overcome with emotion, I’d literally collapsed onto my knees right there, in the hospital hallway.Andrew was now officially stabilized, and out of the woods, so to speak. But he st
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