by J. Lee Kenser

Created on: December 13, 2009

Kacey the night nurse entered the floor and immediately looked into room 231, “Did the doctor tell him today?” she asked looking at the nurse at the main desk.

“Yeah, he has just laid their crying for the last two hours.  He won't eat or talk to anyone I tried to get him to at least get up and take a walk before tomorrow morning.”

Kacey took a deep breath, “I can’t imagine how he must feel knowing they are going to take his leg and still expect him to die within a week.”

“He told them to leave his leg but, Dr. Jones said it will have to come off in order to give him extra time to get his affairs in order.” The day nurse handed a clipboard of papers for him to sign she had hoped that Kacey could get through to him before morning.

“Thanks, who is this lady on the contact information?” she asked as the other nurse was heading out the door.

“His ex-wife he doesn't want her here.”

Kacey went in and tried to get him to eat something before she had to give him the drugs to allow him to sleep easier, he wouldn't co-operate so she gave up, “Fine John, you just be that way your disappointing me but, if you insist on starving yourself fine by me.”  She walked out to the desk and sat down staring at his clipboard.

She kept thinking to herself how grateful she was that he was the only guest on their floor of the hospital after all the terminal floor was hard enough but more people dying made her heart ache that much more.

She kept staring at the clipboard that name just eating at her she wanted to make the phone call but did not want to upset her patient.

“The hell with it.” she said as she picked the phone dialing nine for an outside line before long the phone was ringing at the other end.

“Hello is this Ms. Molly Mathers?  My name is Kacey and I work on the terminal floor of Beckworth Hospital in Big Bend and I was wondering if we might have a chat?”

The other end of the line was deafly silent for several minutes but, she could hear someone breathing heavily on the other end of the line, “How bad is John?” was all she asked before she to breath even heavier on the phone.

Kacey took a deep breathe, “I am afraid he is losing a leg in the morning to prolong his life maybe another week.  I was hoping you can come see him tonight he won't eat or talk to anyone.”

Molly sighed, “He doesn’t want to see me does he? 

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