He always said he wanted his first patient to get well and live a long, healthy, happy life.That wish wasn't ever going to come true.He opened my bag slowly. There was a bank card inside, with the PIN written on the back in marker.Several pieces of jewelry were wrapped separately, each one labeled with the giver's name and the date.A small stuffed rabbit sat at the bottom. Theo had given it to me after he found me crying alone at the hospital. "When you're unhappy, tell the rabbit. Don't keep it all in."A nurse came into the waiting room. "The Whitcomb family is asking to have Ms. Whitcomb released to them."Theo was on his feet at once, running for the morgue with my bag.By the time he got there, Marcus and the others had already brought the transport stretcher out into the hall. Mom was there, and so was Nathaniel, awake again."Don't move her."Theo put himself in front of the stretcher and faced my family without dropping his eyes.Marcus frowned. "What do you think
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