She has something weird in her brain MRI film. (If film is the word for whatever an MRI is on.)
No answers yet, but when a DOCTOR says stuff like “Uh, oh” it is never good news.
So I’ll worry for her during the night. She needs her sleep and I’m up anyway.
Granted, she will have to fret during the day, but I’ll take care of the dark time.
And I can’t imagine a world without her
We have all of our classes for STITCHES, so she has to be just fine.