The next day…
Ashton arrived during his morning rounds and approached Hope's bed. "Good morning, Hope."
"Good morning." Hope flashed him a bright smile.
"Well," Ashton hummed as he leaned closer to check her pulse, "you look radiant today. Your cheeks are rosy. You are glowing."
Hope giggled. "I'm getting better."
"And you'll be completely well very soon," Ashton replied. His gaze then shifted to Summer standing beside the bed. Straightening to his full height, he greeted her, "Good morning, Miss Summer. I've reviewed Hope's latest reports. Everything looks good. She is fit for surgery."
Summer released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, relief softening her features.
"The donor is ready as well," Ashton continued. "We've scheduled the surgery for two days from now."
