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"Mr.Anderson" The doctor greeted as Dean shook his hand.
"Doctor Reese" Dean acknowledged before sitting.
The grey haired doctor sat down on his leather chair and adjusted his slim rectangular glasses that were beginning to slip from his face.
"I'm glad that you've decided to visit" The doctor said and eyed the man before him skeptically. He watched as he showed no regard for the building he was in. Cigarette between his lips. He looked very unkempt and if not for the fact that he hadn't stepped into the hospital since the accident, he would've had him escorted out immediately
Dean grunted and took a drag out of his cigarette
"Wasn't by choice" It baffled Dr. Reese how two years could change a man. It was a long time, that he agreed on but when a person you are in love with is involved, he just couldn't bring himself to fathom the fact that he was here, seated in front of him, as calm as the sea.
Not rushing, caring, crying like he used to two years ago.
He knew he hadn't given up, he would have given them the permission to pull the plug a long time ago if he had. Dean was disturbed, his mind was all over the place, anyone that would see him would know. From the heavy bags underneath his eyes, to the careless way he walked all down to the way he talked. One would know that he was on the verge of giving up
"But you're still here" The doctor knew what it was like to lose someone, after all, it was his fault his daughter died.
He shook the memory off, not wanting to put himself in a position he tried so hard to bring himself out of.
"As you know" He began "Ms. Davis's condition isn't getting any better. As doctors we are trying our best to help improve her situation. We saw some improvements but now, her body is refusing the drugs we give her. Her blood count is dropping rapidly and at this point, it seems her body is shutting down for-"