A continuation of My Patient 2
When he saw me, he looked at me with concern in his eyes.
“Did you cry?”
“The Chief Physician told me to come to you because you wanted me to be your private nurse.”
“Did he scold you or made you cry?”
“No, this was about last night.”
“Do you regret what happened?”
“Don’t make me cry now, Mr. Ericsson.”
“It’s just you and me, nobody will know.”
“We are leaving now? I will just get a wheelchair.”
So I ran to the nurse’s station to call for a wheelchair assist.
“Can you wait here? I will just get what you need for your wound and your medications.”
I went to request dressings and medications and I came back to his room. The wheelchair was already there. And we went out of the hospital. All the heads bid him farewell.
We rode a black van. I was seat
