Chapter Twenty-Two
Chris could tell by the grave expression on Dr Bryson's face the news was going to be devastating. The elderly doctor took his stethoscope away from Edie's chest, as she buttoned up her blouse. Sat next to her bed, Chris stroked her clammy forehead, and smiled. "Well?"
Dr Bryson stood from the chair. "It's like we talked about. The most I can do is keep her pain medication topped up, Christian. We've exhausted all other avenues. I'm so sorry, Edith. If there were more options available, I would use them, believe me."
He didn't need the quack's opinion to know his wife would die soon; he awoke to her coughing her lungs up this morning, which had prompted his call to the surgery. He was desperate now, his eyes beseeching the medical man. "Please, I'll do anything you as
