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Laura
“Eddie? Are you all right?” I asked. My voice shook. My hands shook. My entire body shook. Eddie couldn’t be sick. He just couldn’t be. We already lost Ms. Georgia. We couldn’t lose Eddie, too.
“No, sweetheart. I’m not sick. I’m just here with Peter,” Eddie said with a smile. He reached out his hands and I took them. Smiling back at him as his words sank in.
“Peter? What’s going on? Why are you guys up here instead of in the clinic? I’ll take you on as my patient. Let me help you,” Laura insisted.
“I’m not sick either,” Peter said. He chuckled.
My head was spinning. I saw sick patients every day. Dying patients. Patients who were losing their will to fight. Patients who would not last much longer. But I kept my distance from them as I did everything possible to save them. The
