Page 121 of When You Wish Upon a Wideout

Sienna palmed her face, but before she could tell Grace that Beau could wait outside the curtain in case she needed anything, he pulled off his baseball hat and stretched his arm through the opening of the partition.

“Do you like the Yankees?” he asked Grace, keeping his eyes on Sienna. Gently, he tossed his hat into the curtained room.

Beau...

The gesture made Sienna’s knees weak, and she placed a hand on the wall to keep herself upright.

“They’re overrated.” Grace relented with a heavy sigh. “Fine. You can come in.”

Sienna took Beau’s hand as he stepped around her. “Thank you,” she whispered, trying not to let the emotion seep through.Thank you so much.

“It’s going to be okay,” Beau mouthed before squeezing her hand and joining Grace.

Straightening, Sienna nodded to herself.It might be okay. It might not. She turned, listening to Beau tease Grace from behind the curtain.

“See, it was a poor movie choice. The Fast and Furious franchise should’ve ended after the second movie. Your body was trying to warn you.”

Whatever way it goes, it’s going to be different,Sienna thought.Because this time, Grace’s team is bigger and stronger. It wasn’t that Sienna believed Beau was the cure-all for whatever news they might receive. But Sienna knew the more people in Grace’s corner, the better. And even though she walked through the hospital that had been home to more bad news than good, Sienna’s steps were purposeful and brave, her head held high. Because she knew this time, in her bones, thatifshe needed to fall, Beau would catch her.

* * *

“Anemia,” Dr. Barron said, walking into Grace’s room after she had been admitted.

Sienna shook her head, her eyes drifting between Grace and Dr. Barron. “You’re sure?”

Dr. Barron looked over her glasses at Sienna. “We’re still at levels concurrent with no evidence of disease, but we’re dealing with some low hemoglobin.” She turned back to Grace. “You’ve been taking your supplements?”

Grace nodded.

“Seems we need to give you a little boost. We’ll do an iron infusion now since we’ve got you here for a night or two.” The doctor motioned at Grace’s head.

“Is that instant?” Sienna asked. “Will her iron go up right away?”

Dr. Barron shook her head. “No, not right away. We might see it creep up in a few days or so. But ideally, in a week. I’ll run a few other tests. It could be an absorbency issue due to your past treatments that’s lingered too long, but likely it’s nothing worrisome. We’ll have to diligently monitor it.” She offered Grace a smile. “My apologies for the many finger pricks to come.”

“Can I go to school when I’m released?” Grace asked.

“I think a day or two home is probably a better idea.”

Grace groaned. “What about prom?” she asked, her voice slightly panicked. “It’s in three weeks.”

Dr. Barron smiled. “Did you get your dress yet?”

Sienna laughed. “Months ago.”

“Prom should be fine. I want you to lay low with that head. No TV, no screen time. Let your brain rest a little, alright?” Dr. Barron moved to the door. “I’ll go tell them to get the infusion started.”

Sienna let out a small sigh of relief, not wanting to show Grace justhowworried she had been. “A day or two here, that’s it.”

“Yeah, withnoTV,” Grace relented. Her color was still pale but better than when Sienna first saw her.

She rubbed her leg. “I’ll have Henry bring you a book when he comes by tomorrow.” Sienna had sent both Beau and Henry—begrudgingly—home from the hospital.

When a nurse came in with another IV bag, Grace yawned.

“Tired?” Sienna asked, backing up to give the nurse space.

Grace nodded, her head falling to the side. “And cold.”

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