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!”

these walls, so she tapped his nose in a pampering gesture, suppressing a smile that was spreading on her face. She took up Connor’s medical record

all the paperwork, Natalie picked up her things and

a tall man in

sprang back and barely managed to keep her balance. All the stuff in her hand slipped and scattered

was not any better himself. He stumbled a few

a haphazard manner, and started

floor when the familiar voice piqued

glasses on his face as he looked at

What brings you here, Dr. Baker? I thought you’d be

on his forehead and sighed. “I’m here to

why?” Natalie

tricky patient. She’s adamant about replacing her corneas with the ones she secured herself. But she refused to reveal the donor.

that’s difficult indeed. But I thought corneas are all the same.

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