Rodgers, how are you doing?” A nurse entered the room carrying a basket filled with needles, syringes, and other blood drawing equipment, and checked the name on Kaitlyn’s ID bracelet. “Not much better.” Her faint voice and deathly pale appearance were worse than when I discovered her home alone. Her eyes were red and her face, hands, and feet were swollen more than normal. “I understand, sweetie. We’re going to make you feel better soon, okay? It’s time to draw some blood so we can run more tests. Sir, you can have a seat over there if you like.” “No problem, I’ll step out. I could use a drink and didn’t want to leave her alone. Where are the vending machines?” “Down the hall and on the right.” “Thanks.” I walked over to the bed, placed a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll be back soon. Don’t go anywhere, okay?” She closed her eyes.
