Cheek and adjust the following for readability and flow, the cheek and adjust for tense agreement, please keep the formatting of the original:'No… hadn’t planned to. Steve said.' ‘Why?’
‘Do you know someone called Sara?’ Jake said.
‘Not sure… well may be,’ Steve said.
'Jon... That was when I went to see him. He told me she had mental health training.' ‘And could provide Emily with the support she needs to get her out of the hospital.’ Jake said.
Steve pondered for a while before answering.
‘Dad?’ Jake said.
‘Never heard of her until now?’ Jake said. 
‘Yes, you have.’ ‘Do you remember that party about, oh, I don’t know, three years ago? At Jon and Emily's, and you spent the night or a good portion of it anyway, talking with a spectacular redhead?’ Jake had a moment to recollect.
‘Ah, yes, that party. Cristina wasn’t happy with me for that,’ Jake said.
'Now you’re remembering... that was Sara,' Steve said, going back to what he’d been doing 
'Oh… Sorry, miles away. Sara, I suppose you could try, but with her practice and all, she might not get away,' Steve said.
A while later, Jake called Sara in New York, who wasn’t happy about Emily and agreed to come out to get her. Make the arrangements with the hospital for transferring Emily to her care.
After the call, Jake found his dad, Steve, on the porch outside.
‘That was a marathon?’ Steve said.
‘It was only an hour,’ Jake said.
‘If only... it’s more like two, and more precisely two and a half.’ Steve interjected.
Jake whistles in surprise.
'I’ll pay whatever that is,' Jake said.
‘Thanks, that would be a help,' Steve said.’ Now, what about Sara?'
'She’s got some things to sort out with the hospital, nothing for us to worry about, technical stuff having Emily transferred to her care, and so on, so... She thinks she’ll be here between now and Thursday, depending on how everything goes.'
‘Will she come to the house or just collect young Emily and fly straight back?’ Steve inquired.
Jake walked over and put his hands on the railing of the porch, then turned and looked at Steve.
‘She didn’t say, but what she said was what she’d do would be solely based on what she thought Emily’s immediate needs were. Nothing else.’
Steve got out of his chair and joined Jake.
‘Yeah, what’s best for Emily?’ ‘What about the rest of us?’ Steve said.
Jake, now horrified, looked at his dad.
‘You mean what’s best for you, don’t you?’ ‘You have someone who is suffering, and you think only of yourself?’ ‘What gives?’
Steve slapped the porch rail with both hands and turned to face the house.
‘You’re right about me, you know, if I don’t look out for me... then who will?’ Another thing I don’t think is Emily made for this life?'
‘What life?’ Jake said. 
'If you’ll let me finish, I’ll tell you... Okay? The life in question is the military life and young Emily. As lovely as she is, is too fragile to deal with the notion that getting injured or the risk of doing so is extremely high,' Steve said.
‘You mean a military wife has to 'grin and bear it,' as the saying goes?’ Jake said.'
‘If that’s what it takes for people to protect the United States and, if need be, the free world, then so be it,’ Steve said.
‘Oh, you're very patriotic, but what about the unfree world?’ Shouldn’t we protect them too? 'Jake said.
Steve took a breath, trying to calm down.
'Well, of course, it is everyone's right,' Steve replied.
With that, they closed the discussion before things got to a place that both men knew would go badly.
Weeks, then months, passed. Emily got stronger under Sara’s care, but her husband’s recovery was long and slow.
Many painful hours of physical therapy passed. Until, on the 14th of November, he could finally come home.
Pulling into the drive at his dad's house. Emily was waiting for him, sitting on the low wall outside. That same one Anna had been on when they’d had their first meeting.
The evening sun was just low enough to be in his eyes.
‘Emily?’ He said. Quietly to himself.
‘Huh. Good guess. Yeah, it’s her. Hold on, I’ll get you out,’ Steve said.
‘Thanks,’ Jon said, wincing a little.
‘Jon?’ Emily ran to him.
‘Wow, slow down there, okay?’ Steve said. 
'It’s okay; I’ve got her,' Jon said, balancing himself with his cane, the one he’d have to use for the rest of his life.
‘Come here, it’s alright now.’ Jon spoke softly to his terrified wife.
‘Sorry to frighten you,’ Jon said.
‘I know,’ Emily quietly said.
'Let’s get you inside, my boy.' You know what your doctor said. Steve said. He felt awkward about interfering.
‘Coming?’ Jon said.
'I’ll be there soon. I want to calm down a little first,' Emily said, trying to fake a smile.
Going into the house, Steve helped Jon.
'Thanks, I think I’ll be fine,' Jon said.
Steve put his hands up.
‘Right you are, Jon.’ let me know, okay?'
‘Sounds good. Where’s dad?’
‘Right here,’ Jake said, sitting halfway down the stairs.
‘Long time Jon… Emily's still outside, is she?’
‘Yeah, she’ll be in soon.’ She wants to calm down a bit.'
‘You go to her if she’s too long, okay? That girl of yours has been through hell,’ Jake said.
‘I will,’ Jon said.