Don Angelo
“How is she?” I ask the nurse for the umpteenth time, yet, all she can say is the same thing they have been telling me since last night.
“Dr Meredith is still stiching her up. I only came out to get another dose of blood, Don.”
What the heck! It’s been one excuse after another, and I’m losing my mind just standing here.
“Isnt that like the fourth one already?”
Can't even remember asking that out loud, but the nurse still responds anyway. I’ve seen them carrying three packets of blood already, and this is the fourth one.
“Yes, Don. The lady lost a lot of blood. Sorry, but I need to go in now.” The nurse bows and rushes into the room once again, just like the ones who came out before her.
Dr Meredith has stopped me from entering the operating room, using the excuse tha
