She was already feeling the effects of her chemo treatment. Only by sheer will power had she kept from throwing up before they got home. As nausea overwhelmed her, so pulled away from Evan and just made it to the bathroom before she was violently ill. Evan knelt on the floor beside her and held back her hair and caressed her shoulder until she was done. She started to get up to go back to the bedroom, but instead, Evan sat down on the floor and pulled her into his arms. “We should probably stay here for a little while,” he said as she relaxed against him. He was right, she was throwing up again within five minutes. She collapsed in his arms again totally exhausted. He rested his head on top of hers and stroked her hair. “Will all my hair fall out?” she asked. “Maybe, maybe not.” His voice was soothing and so was the strength and comfort of his arms as he held her. She had been told many times in the past that his bedside manner had a calming effect on his patients, she had come to believe that in the last few weeks.
