The silent ones were the worst. The ones that stared back at her with Precious Moments eyes, trusting that she could take their pain away because their mommies and daddies always said that doctors made everything better.
Sometimes, Maya wanted to gag every parent who ever uttered the platitude. It was hard living up to the image of being God.
Pulling the door closed on little Jason Hsu’s room, Dr. Maya Sheldon leaned her forehead against the cold metal, her eyes closed as she tried to focus on her breathing. Inside the tiny private room, Jason was dying, and what was worse, Jason knew it. His parents weren’t ready to accept the grim reality, and Maya wasn’t ready to stop fighting, but somewhere deep in her gut she sensed the little boy’s resignation every time she checked in on him. He’d
