(Jack's POV)
I'm not going to lie, I'm extremely tired. I find myself staying up most nights, praying for a miracle, hoping that Elizabeth will wake up again once more. Yes, I'm happy, I'm beyond thrilled that she seems to be getting better, but without actual confirmation, I can't get my hopes up too high. That's the thing about being a witness of someone on the brink of death, even the happiest times can be shot down by the constant "what ifs?".
That night, I slept in the chair beside Elizabeth, with my head by her side and my hand in hers.
The next morning, I felt someone shaking me awake. I jumped up, thinking for a moment that something had happened to Elizabeth overnight. But alas, it was just Abigail, making sure I was awake. "Jack, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. The doctor's downstairs. I didn't want to send him up here, until I knew you were awake."
I brushed my fingers through my hair, trying my best to smooth it back down. "Thank you, I appreciate it." I stood up and stretched a bit. "Let's see what the doctor says."
Abigail and I stood side by side, as the doctor pulled out his files on Elizabeth from his bag. Abigail was shaking a little, from nerves, whereas my mind was buzzing.
"The test confirms what I suspected… Ms. Thatcher's cancer is gone."
Abigail and I gasped. Then the two of us bursted into tears and hugged each other.
I couldn't believe the words I was hearing. For some reason, God had spared Elizabeth, and she was going to be okay. I was crying tears of joy. I knew it, I knew it! Everything was alright, everything would be alright.
"Thank you so much, Doctor." Abigail said, through teary eyes.
"Yes, thanks so much Doc." I shook his hand, but the doctor still had more to say.
"You're very welcome. But i just want to warn you that the road to recovery is much longer than the road that Ms. Thatcher has been on. As I said, she needs time to heal, so she needs her rest. But Ms. Thatcher needs to also regain her strength back once her body is ready to do so. Don't push her too hard, but make sure she tries to get back on her feet. I will be making more checkups on Ms. Thatcher, probably weekly, but if all's well, possibly every other."
"We sincerely appreciate all you've done for us, Doctor. How much do we owe you for all you've done?"
"Ms. Stanton, there's no need. You, Elizabeth, and Jack have done so much for this town. Consider it my way of returning the favor."
"Well that's awfully kind, but at least let me treat you to some breakfast from the cafe."
"I can't pass your delicious home cooking up, now can I?" The doctor turned toward me for a moment, before he and Abigail went back downstairs. "I'm sure you'll take great care of her. I can tell how much you love her."