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Bridgett
Bridgett breathed deeply, fighting to hold back the tears as Alice Weathers rolled her chair into the hospital elevator. She refused to panic when they told her the ambulance had rushed George to the emergency room. Many people suffered heart attacks at relatively young ages, but George didn’t foster unhealthy habits. He didn’t smoke or drink heavily. He watched his diet and exercised regularly.
“Hang in there, Ma’am,” Alice said. “I’m praying to the Lord for Mister George.”
The elevator jerked to a stop as it did a millennium ago, and the door slid open to marble floors and an endless hallway to rooms on both sides. This was a different hospital but there was something generic about hospitals that caused one to resemble another. Bridgett had been a resident of Bellevue Hos
