"He flew you out in a helicopter?" Bea asked from her hospital bed.
"Well, he didn't, but he called for a rescue team, and a half hour later, I was being lifted into a helicopter and rushed for emergency care."
"But you're alright, yes?"
"Sure, I'm fine. Nothing that won't heal in a few days, but what about you? Are you ready for your surgery?"
As soon as we arrived back in civilization, Stiff pinged me with the news a donor match had been found for Bea. In half an hour, she was scheduled for surgery with one of the best surgeons in the nation. In a week, she would likely be home in a couple of weeks, she could start working her way back into the office, provided she didn't overdo it and rested frequently.
"Oh, I'm fine. Ready to go home."
"Me too! And I'll be there for you every step of the way."