Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

“I’ve already eaten on the plane,” Natalie replied as she let go of Connor.

Sensing that his mother’s grip had relaxed, Connor pulled his thick blanket and snuggled back into bed.

The caretaker pulled down the bed table and put the thermal food jar on it.

Connor took up the spoon and ate away happily.

“Ms. Smith, have some water,” the caretaker said, offering her a cup of water.

Natalie put down the napkin in her hand and reached for the glass. “Thank you, Ms. Carter.”

“Sure thing,” she replied with a smile, “I met Connor’s doctor on the way back, and he told me that Connor could be discharged soon. I actually wanted to inform Ms. Lawrence, but since you’re back, I think I’ll just let you know.”

“Oh, that’s great. I’ll go to the receptionist and get it settled then.” Natalie put aside her glass of water and got ready to leave.

Connor was happy as a lark when he found out he could leave the hospital. He clapped his hands cheerily and exclaimed, “I’m going home at last!”

one had been bored out of his mind confined within these walls, so she tapped his nose in a pampering gesture,

picked up her

was going into the elevator, a tall man in

balance. All the stuff

stumbled a few steps back, and his glasses fell on the

on in a haphazard manner, and

was picking up the receipts on the floor when the familiar voice piqued

meet someone familiar in this setting, and he adjusted the glasses on his face as he looked at Natalie with a smile. “Oh, hi! What a

I

wiped off the sweat on his forehead and sighed. “I’m here to see if there is any backup cornea

Natalie

her corneas with the ones she secured herself. But she refused to reveal

thought corneas are all the same. Why is the patient so picky?”

breathed a long breath and shrugged his shoulders. “How would I know? I don’t understand what she’s thinking.