And The Silver Spoon
Im fine, I just want to see him, you say.
The nurse awkwardly shifts her weight. She seems afraid of you. But you cant juggle her emotions and your own.
She leads you down the rainbow-tiled halls of the pediatric wing, each step heavier than the next. It almost feels like youre walking toward your impending doom.
You force a strained smile and she steps out of your way. You take your final, heaviest step through the threshold of Theodore Hardins room.