Drip. Drip. I could hear the sound of the saline dripping from the IV as I stood at the door. His back was turned towards me and the room was dark. The shades were drawn and I asked myself, “Is he sleeping?”
I hesitantly stood at the doorway for a moment longer. Behind me I could hear the hustle and bustle of the nurses as they went from one patient’s room to the next, typing their notes in the computer, … Read More...
Drip. Drip. I could hear the sound of the saline dripping from the IV as I stood at the door. His back was turned towards me and the room was dark. The shades were drawn and I asked myself, “Is he sleeping?”
I hesitantly stood at the doorway for a moment longer. Behind me I could hear the hustle and bustle of the nurses as they went from one patient’s room to the next, typing their notes in the computer, … Read More...
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