Epilogue
Rudy hovered between the two gurneys in the back of the transport plane. His patients refused to cooperate; kept sitting up to talk to each other and to him.
"We've only been gone a couple of days," Jaime marveled, "and there's a new President..."
"Larkin's in prison," Steve added.
Rudy was exasperated. "For the fourth or fifth time - yes. You two are on gurneys instead of in wheelchairs because I want you lying down. Do I need to sedate the both of you?"
"We'll behave," Jaime promised, leaning back onto her pillow. "Who killed the Secretary of State?" she asked Rudy once more, rising onto one elbow. The old doc raised his eyebrows at her and she sighed and flopped back down to a prone position.
"Before you ask," Rudy said with a smile, "the new President will appoint a new Secretary of State, Oscar is ok, and the two of you will be, as well, if you ever learn to follow doctor's orders."
Steve reached across the slight distance between the gurneys with his good arm and took Jaime's hand. "That part, we already knew," Steve told Rudy. He gazed deeply into Jaime's eyes, touching her soul with his own. "As long as we're together, we are definitely gonna be ok."
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