Well, that was about one month ago and today was the big day. My brother got married. It was beautiful. The grass and the trees were as green as could be. The ceremony was outside an old mansion. The sun was shining bright and it was warm. I had the best seat in the house, right in the front. The music started playing and Abby started down the aisle with her mother arm in arm. She looked so different than most of the times that I had seen her. She was not in her scrubs or wearing sneakers. Her dress was really pretty but I knew what it looked like since I had gone with her to pick it out. My brother, standing ever so straight waiting for those "I dos," looked so different but I could not put my finger on it. There was something about him that just did not look normal. It was not that he was in his black and white suit and not his blue hospital scrubs, but something that no one could see except for him. Throughout the day I was not letting myself go unnoticed. I chatted away with everyone including some of my cousin's doctor friends. Dr. Benton and Dr. Corday were asking how I was doing. Dr. Corday's husband, Dr. Greene was there too. I had a nice talk with Dr. Lewis during the dancing. I thanked her for her support during my hospital visit. Carter had invited everyone from the hospital that he knew and worked with in the past. Luka, Carol, and Doug were just some of them. There were a lot of kids there. Carol and Doug brought Tess and Kate. Rachel, Dr. Greene's daughter was there also. Dr. Benton even brought Reese with him. I was glad to have them to hang around with. Although I liked hanging around with kids, we all decided that we would have more fun hanging around with the "cool guys" As our little trademark; we went around tapping people on the shoulder and then either pretending that we didn't do anything and blaming on someone else. We had a lot of fun playing around. The kids also pretended that we were sick and fall down to the ground so that someone would have to help us. There was one incident where I kept bent over and agonizing that my stomach hurt and that I thought I was appendicitis, but they all knew that it was impossible for me to have it again. As people were leaving and the crowd was getting smaller and smaller by the minute, Carter and Abby were saying their "good-byes" as people left. They were getting ready to leave themselves. As they got ready to leave I had a sinking feeling. I hoped that Carter would not forget something like he always does. To my surprise it seemed like they weren't even going to say goodbye to me. Crossing my fingers, I hoped that he wouldn't forget. "Hey, aren't you forgetting something?" I had to remind them as they walked by. Carter stopped, looked around, and started walking past me as if he didn't realize what I was talking about. He stopped yet again and looked like he was making sure he had done everything as he paced back and forth. As his eyes lit up and a smile appeared on his face, he came running back with his arms wide open and gave me a big hug. I had a feeling that he wouldn't go away without saying good-bye to his little troublemaker. "I told you that I would get you back." And oh, boy did he get me. I knew that he would never leave without saying good-bye to his favorite and only sister. And now there was another woman in the house to talk to about girl things. And if I ever was sick or needed to go to the hospital again I knew that I would never be alone.