"Then everything's as it should be isn't it?" Izzy said brightly, pushing open the door and stepping through.
She thought she'd been prepared, had promised herself she wouldn't cry. But seeing him lying there in that hospital bed, unable to move his legs... her vision blurred and she reached into a pocket to pull a handkerchief. It had been tucked in there as a precaution against this happening, though she'd hoped she wouldn't.
"Damn hormones." She sniffled, trying to make it into a joke. "I'm crying at the drop of a hat these days."