She was wearing a white medical jacket, and a black stethoscope hung around her neck. Jillian jumped up to meet her, with Marta, Kai, Bean, and Booger close behind. “He’s awake and breathing on his own,” the doctor announced with a smile. Jillian breathed an audible sigh of relief, then collapsed into Bean’s arms and began to sob. “Thank God!” “He’s going to be okay?” Kai asked. “I think so,” the doctor said. “It was touch and go there for a while, but I’ve seen cases like this before, and thanks to the quick response by the lifeguards and EMS, we’re hoping he got enough oxygen to prevent any brain damage. Of course we’re going to want to keep him here for a day or two to make sure.” “Can we see him?” Jillian asked, rubbing the tears out of her reddened eyes. The doctor looked around at the small group. “He’s been through a difficult experience, and he’s very weak and tired. Maybe just one family member today. We can talk about more visitors tomorrow if he still needs to stay.”
