Callie's POV"It worked."The surgeon said it first. Two words, and my knees went out from under me.Michael caught my elbow before I fell."The fluid is drained," the surgeon went on. "Her lung is clear. Her breathing is steady. She is in recovery, and she is asking for a rabbit."I laughed. It came out as a sob."But I need you to hear the rest," he said.I nodded."This bought her time. It did not fix the leukemia." He glanced at Michael, then back at me. "The trial is helping, but her body will need more than it can give her alone. A matched donor. Or a restricted compassionate-use drug, which takes approvals we do not have yet.""How long?" I asked."Weeks," Michael said quietly. "Not months."I held Mr. Rabbit against my chest and said nothing.Weeks.---Lily woke up at noon with a tube in her nose and a very serious face."Where is Mr. Rabbit?"I put him in her arms. She sniffed his ear, checked him over, and nodded."He did not say anything," I told her. "Like you asked.""Go
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