Sawyer looked at Abby and her heart sank. Although the symptoms could mean a lot of things, the wordleukemiapopped into her mind.As though he could read her mind, Sawyer nodded.

Georgia took some blood.

Sawyer analyzed it under the microscope and then looked up at Abby. “I think that’s what it is. He’ll need a bone marrow biopsy to be sure. We can’t do that here.”

They returned to the examining room, where the mom was quietly holding her son’s hand.

Sawyer sat in the chair and rolled close to the mom. “I can’t be a hundred percent sure from just a blood test, but I think that Kyle might be suffering from leukemia. The symptoms, his extremely high white blood cell count, and very low red blood cell and platelet count lead to this potential diagnosis. However, he’ll need a bone marrow biopsy to be sure.”

“No. I don’t want to die,” Kyle cried.

Abby bit her lip to hold back the tears. Her heart broke for both Kyle and his mom. She wished she could wave a magic wand and fix everything, but that wasn’t how medicine worked.

Sawyer put his arms around the boy. “Now you listen here. These days, there are a lot of treatments for leukemia, if in fact, that’s what you have. There’s no need to automatically think that you’re going to die.” He paused for a minute. “You know, I’ve been a doctor around the world, and I discovered that a person’s state of mind makes a huge difference in whether a person survives or not. If you’re strong and you want to live, you fight for it, no matter what anyone else says. You never give up, not for one second.”

Kyle looked at Sawyer with trusting eyes. “I’ll be here for you anytime you have questions or you need me. I happen to know an amazing pediatric oncologist who works at the hospital in Albuquerque. Her name is Dr. Garwood and she is the best there is. I’m going to call an ambulance to have you and your mom taken there and then I’m going to call her.”

“I get to ride in an ambulance?” he asked, wide-eyed.

“Yep.”

“Will they use their lights and sirens?”

“They might. I don’t know.”

Sawyer looked at Kyle’s mom. “Go ahead and call who you need to call to take care of things here for a few days. You’ll be able to ride in the ambulance with him.”

With trembling hands, she pulled out her phone and called her husband.

Sawyer and Abby stepped out of the room and Sawyer headed to his office.

“Do you think he’ll be okay?” she asked fearfully.

He nodded. “I think so. The doctor is one of the best in the nation.”

The ambulance arrived shortly after.

Abby looked at Kyle’s mother and handed her a card with her cellphone number on it. “I’m sure you have a lot of friends and family, but I’m here, in your corner if you just need to talk, yell, scream, vent, or cry. I believe in Dr. Cooke, and if he thinks everything will be fine, I’m sure it will be.”

She hugged Abby fiercely. “I can’t lose my baby.”

“I know. I’ll keep you in my thoughts and send you warm wishes and healing vibes.”

“Thank you,” she whispered and climbed into the ambulance with her son.

Abby and Sawyer watched them leave and sat in the lounge for a few minutes. She noticed that just being next to him had a calming effect on her. Somehow, being close to Sawyer, made her feel like Kyle would be okay and everything was right with the world.

That night, she called Xyla to ask her how she was feeling and how the baby was since she had a doctor’s appointment earlier.

“I’m great and the baby’s great. How are you?”

Abby told her about the patient, without revealing any names.

“I can’t explain it. I was upset and ready to sit down and cry. Then, Sawyer sat next to me, and I felt a wave of calmness and peace roll over me. It was as though he somehow told my soul that the child would be fine.”

“It sounds to me like he might be your fated mate.”

“My what?”