The doctors present in Mr. Reaves’ room conversed among themselves about the intensity of this battle that left them all in such a state.
“One with a broken scull and the other with broken ribs?”
“Maybe they were bull fighting?”
“I guess Mr. Crack Scull though he was the bull.” One amusingly commented.
“Still, it’s nice to see a change, I don’t know if I could have bore to see another broken neck patient.”
Out in the waiting room, a mother’s heart still yearned for her son. Margaret sat conflicted and tormented within her soul as she recounted all the episodes in his life that lead to this moment. She remembered the hardship of her son’s upbringing, how he was abused and mistreated by his father and bullied by his peers.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she cradled the womb that carr
