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!”

a pampering gesture, suppressing a smile that was spreading on her face. She took up Connor’s medical record and walked out of

clearing all the paperwork, Natalie picked up her things and headed back to

as she was going into the elevator, a tall man in white ran right into

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

was not any better himself. He stumbled a few steps back, and his glasses fell

them back on in a haphazard manner, and

up the receipts on the floor when the familiar

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

you here, Dr. Baker? I

wiped off the sweat on his forehead and sighed.

Natalie was

the ones she secured herself. But she refused to reveal the donor. So I have no choice but

that’s difficult indeed. But I thought corneas are all the same. Why is the patient so

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