❝ –– perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. and when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. and suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.
“How do you know you can? I mean, it’s not like this is one of your cardio surgeries where you can just go cut a person open, repair their pulmonary valve, and close them back up again. It’s much more complicated than that.”
“That’s the thing — I don’t know if I can.
That’s the f u n of it. That’s what makes
my job worth it — giving a person who
doesn’t have a chance just the slightest
hint of hope. I know this man, and he’s a
fighter. It’s going to take a lot more than
a surgery to bring him d o w n.”