I strech my arm to reach for my cellphone, Sunday 02:14.I drop my phone and examine my arm,I find myself staring towards the next ward.Sleeping peacefully is John Terrence, How it hurts not being able to hear his always philosophical voice.
"Emma"
"Yes,doc"
"What's wrong"
"Nothing"
"He'll be alright in a day or so"
'And me"
"You can leave today if it pleases you" he said with a smirk
"Hows..."
"The police are yet to find her and... "
"And." I replied sharply
"We will talk about it in the morning."
"Bye Don."
"Doctor Donald Rontgen"
"But doc.."
"
Yes,Emma."
"Do you honesty think he'll be alright?" staring towards the next ward
"Im very confident with this."
"Ou..okay,Goodnight."
"Sleepwell"