ADAM
"Your parents must be very proud of you." The aging patient says in between wheezes. "You are such a handsome young doctor."
"Yeah they are." I reply absently as I write her prescription.
"Am I going to get well?"
I force a smile despite the pit in my stomach. A sense of foreboding is engulfing me and I don't like it. It's that sixth sense that warns you when everything is about to go wrong.
"You'll be fine. You are very strong so you're going to be okay." I pat her wrinkled cheek. "Just go to sleep. I'll see you later."
I wait until she's lying on the hospital bed before I walk out. She has been here for months, and I know that she only has a few weeks to live. That'll be a pity since she's really sweet and she's always asking for me.
I notice the commotion in the hallway th
