She's Dying

Kendal

Three Days Later

Prepare for end of life? How the fuck did someone do that?

I hadn't told Damon or anyone else about my conversation with Dr. Lewis. I just couldn't handle the sympathy that would come from such a conversation, especially from Damon. Bethany had ignored me on Tuesday when she showed up for her TA duties, which was fine. It was easier than having to talk about bullshit when the real stuff that mattered sat on the tip of my tongue.

I needed to get the dark emotions rolling inside of me out, but I wasn't quite sure how.

Having lunch with Damon and dinner with the pretty young nurse from the hospital would help. Maybe.

Eliza was waiting outside of my office as I approached that morning, a smug look on her face.

"There you are." She lifted her watch and tapped it. "Late. Late. Late."

"I'm fashionably late." I shrugged and dangled my keys between us. "Move and let me open the door. You can come in and give me hell while I take a load off."

"You do look like a man with