Part 3 Of My Second Novel

I felt a lump in my throat, and I hoped that the tears wouldn't fall over my cheeks. But no tears came. The machine hooked up to me, sustained me by putting in an amount of liquid that couldn't be wasted on tears. I gripped Bret's hand tightly.
I was still in a sitting position on the side of the bed, looking at my one leg when the nurse came in.
She must have saw me in pain because she says, "You told her?"
"Yes," Bret said.
She turned toward me. "Don't worry honey. Every thing is going to be alright." the way the nurse talked and looked made me trust her. Her blonde hair was put in a careless bun and she wore light blue scrubs with little white clouds on them. She has an almost musical voice, that sounds like she's singing every word.
"What's going to happen to me?" I couldn't think of any thing good right now and I wanted to know how long I as going to stay here.
"Well today you're going to start therapy. You'll get a robotic leg, the latest technology, and start to get used to it."
"I'll be with you ever step of the way," Bret added.
"So will I," said the nurse. "By the way my name is Charlotte." we shook hands. "Now, if you stay here I'll be back in a little bit with a robotic leg and a pair of crutches." I was worried. I didn't know whether I'll get used to the new leg.
"It's okay," Bret said. "I know it's hard to lose people that you love. I know how you feel." Bret lost his sister a month ago. Ever since he, treated me like his sister. I was glad to be there for him, I just hope he'll stay by me.
"Wait. Who will take care of me? I mean, since I'm an," I swallowed and whispered, "An orphan."
"You'll probably stay with your brother and his girlfriend. For now that is. Me and my family kinda have a surprise for you."
"What do you mean," I felt my lips curl into a smile.
"Well. Since we know that you and your brother aren't the closest siblings in the world, my family was thinking about adopting you."
I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him as tight as possible. "That would be perfect," I whispered. It would be perfect. I already thought of Bret as a brother, but now it can be official.