Patient 247

It took almost dying for me to find something worth living for. Being disabled was hard enough, but being overweight and disabled? It was a nightmare. Especially when my disability was making one of my legs blow up like a balloon while doctors just ranted at me about losing weight. I was homebound, writing romance novels just to have something to break up the monotony, and had exactly two friends who cared enough to check in on me.
And then I ended up in the hospital, flagging for sepsis with not one, but two serious infections. Enter Lennon. Amidst all the agony and humiliation, my gorgeous, goofy, and kindhearted night nurse was like a bright light, guiding me back from the brink. I kept telling myself not to fall. That the connection I felt with him was nothing more than my desperation for human contact. But the more I got to know him, the more I let myself hope for something that seemed impossible.
Was I deluding myself, or had this romance novelist finally found her own happily ever after?