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!”

little one had been bored out of his mind confined within 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 and walked

the paperwork, Natalie picked up

elevator, a tall man in white

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

any better himself. He stumbled a few steps back, and his glasses fell

glasses, putting them back on in a haphazard manner, and started apologizing profusely. “I’m terribly sorry. Are

up the receipts on the floor when the familiar

in this setting, and he adjusted the glasses on his face as

brings you here, Dr. Baker? I thought you’d be at your hospital,” Natalie asked,

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

Natalie was

the ones she secured herself. But she refused to reveal the donor. So I have no choice but to look for backups just in case the transplant

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

would I know? I don’t understand what she’s thinking. By the way, why