Andrew stood up, lips pressed as Sebastian turned to face him.
"Her vitals are fine." Sebastian paused, almost wanting to disregard Anisha's request to go home. But that was her choice to make, not his. "I'll fill out the discharge papers. She should be able to go home tonight. We can wait for her to wake up."
Sebastian fisted his hands, stuffing them into the pockets of his green scrubs. "I've told you this before and I'll tell you again. Anisha's good at pretending. She might not act like it but the pain's killing her."
He glanced over to Anisha, she lay asleep, weak, bony and frail.
A slight laugh escaped his lips. Almost regretfully as he realized how hard life really was, how ironic life was.
Twenty years ago, he'd walked out on Anisha. Simply because his sister had been sick. An
