Josiah
I walked back down the hallway feeling numb and cold. I stopped back at the ice and water dispenser and finished filling Avalon’s plastic cup. I didn’t really want to go back to her bedside. I didn’t want to have to look her in the eye, knowing that there was absolutely nothing we could do to save her. I passed Wilson leaving her cubicle with a perturbed look on his face. The curtain was open, so I just stepped back inside the space.
Immediately, I felt the strange push-pull sensation that I got every time I was near her. The simultaneous urge to go to her, even as her smell and the sight of her, just put me off. But the poor girl was dying, so I needed to get over myself and show her as much care and compassion as I could possibly muster. “Hey,” I said softly, as I set
