Chapter 7: No Exchange of Bodily Fluids
Philip woke to a ringing sound. What now, tinnitus? But it was only the phone.
“Philip Noland?”
“Yes?”
“Dr. Edwards would like to see you today. Can you manage around four…no…wait a minute…”
His test was back. Philip sat up in bed, then looked at the bedside clock. Seven-forty and he’d overslept. He’d have to rush…
“Four-thirty,” she said.
“Yes, I can make that,” then, “Is this about the blood test?”
“I’m sorry I can’t give that information out over the phone. Dr. Edwards will tell you all about it when you see him,” and then she hung up.
That day at college, the minutes flew like hours. Philip went through the motions but he wasn’t present for his students. His mind wandered constantly. He knew he’d have a visceral reaction to the news and
