Later, she went back to check on Kenny again. He was sitting up, staring at the TV.
“How are we?” she asked.
He slid his eyes to her, then back to the TV. “There is no ‘we.’ I’m miserable. I’m sure you’re fine.”
I’myou’re“Okay, well what’s making you miserable?”
“Life.”
She checked over his chart. Had anyone said he was depressed or did he struggle with any sort of mental illness that she’d missed? Didn’t seem like it. She tucked the clipboard under her arm and let her well-practiced medical training take over.
“Are you in any physical pain?”
“It’s okay.”
“Can I get you anything to make you more comfortable?”
“No.”
“Okay. Then tell me what else is going on. What’s bad about life right now?”
He looked at her for a moment, seeming to make some sort of assessment. “Is this some kin
