47 - Maeve
While Kathleen was playing nurse around her doctor, I finished my spontaneous report and saved the file for later. A half-formed project was slowly solidifying in my head. There must be a way to make up for that devastation.
A low sniffling drew me in the recess where I had been so well cared for only a few weeks ago. The curtains had been pulled shut to give privacy to the patient.
I announced my presence with a soft “Hey. You OK?” then I pulled the drapes, in a slow move.
The first thing I saw was a too-wide black T-shirt with a list of a rock band tour dates and cities on the back. The patient sat on the examination table, facing the bare wall, her feet dangling in the gap between table and wall like a child’s. Blue veins showed under the white skin like tiny rivers.
She
