When her punches and scratches start to weaken, I try talking to her again, “shhh, Tisha. I am here, and I am not going anywhere, just like I promised. I know you are scared, but Doc is trying to help you, just like I am. I know that this is scary, but do you trust me?” I asked her.
Tisha looks into my eyes and I show my tender side of me that I use with scared children and she starts to settle down and finally she nods.
“Thank you for your trust. I know it is hard right now, and I am honored that you trust me. I need you to do me a favor and trust me one more time. Let Doc do one more test. She just wants to make sure there are no infections or anything else that will prevent you from healing,” I say, trying not to scare her.
“She needs my blood,” says Tisha as a tear falls out of the
