Brendon shook his head weakly. “I knew you’d blame me.”
As I stood, Hannah slipped her arm through mine. She hugged me, then looked between us and quietly asked, “Do you want me with you?”
I nodded, grateful, and handed her my phone. She watched Andrew’s video twice, tears filling her eyes.
“He told you he was scared,” she said to Brendon, her voice calm but firm. “You heard him. You can’t ignore that.”
Brendon’s shoulders slumped. “I… I thought he’d bounce back. Like always.”
I squeezed Hannah’s hand and turned toward the consultation room.
Inside, I gave the doctor everything — the appointment card, the note, and Andrew’s video. The social worker listened carefully, pen ready.
The doctor nodded, her voice steady but kind.
“We’ll update Andrew’s chart immediately. For now, Olivia, you’ll be listed as his primary medical decision-maker. No changes or appointments without your approval. The case will be reviewed, and we’ll keep you informed every step of the way.”
The social worker handed me a card. “Here’s the hospital patient advocate if you need help moving forward. You’re not alone.”
I released a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. “Thank you. I want every safeguard in place. No more misunderstandings.”
Brendon said nothing. He simply watched as I set boundaries he had ignored for far too long.
The news didn’t fix everything, but it brought a sliver of hope into the fear.
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