In my third year at Westbridge General Hospital, a severe fire broke out in Fairmont.
The number of patients sent to Pulmonology at Westbridge General Hospital surged.
Everyone was on high alert.
Just as I put on my mask and prepared to see patients, Julian caught my wrist.
He stuffed a dry powder inhaler into my pocket. "Your health is better now, but just in case."
I looked at Julian's back and smiled.
During my years at Westbridge General Hospital, whenever the weather changed, Julian would remind me to be careful.
He even remembered more clearly than I did when my medicine ran out, when it expired, and when it needed to be replaced.
He would always write the prescription order for me at the right time, pick up the medicine, and bring it to me.
I caught up to him and told him t
