Joanna knew. Before her dad scanned her, before Gabriel had even composed himself enough to speak, she just knew. She wasn't sick anymore. There wasn't anymore pain or that slight itching behind her eyes that never went away even on the best of days. There wasn't any of it. She was healed, completely.
It took everything in her power to stay still while her dad double-checked. She wanted to leap from the bed and run around the room. Possibly jump on the bed even if she might get a lecture for it. Something, anything, to celebrate the fact that she could move without wanting to cry and see without worrying it would be the last time. Yet she stayed still, fingers clenching and unclenching in barely contained excitement, until at long last her father confirmed what she already knew. Then she did something she hadn't been able to do without pain for nearly a year.
She sat up, in the bed. She then threw her arms around Gabriel's neck and hugged him with all her might.
"Thank you," she whispered, pulling back long enough to press a kiss to his cheek before hugging him again. When she finally pulled away, there was a brilliant smile on her face and she half-spun, half-bounced around to look at her dad. Joanna then asked the first thing that came to mind.