Stable Condition

Horse sat on the hard plastic chair and waited.

A few minutes ago, just a few fucking minutes, everything was fine. We were talking and laughing, really talking, for the first time in years. No, that couldn’t be right. Years. Shit. It’s my fault. I never should have taken that job. Halfway across the country. Needed to be free. On my own. Out from his shadow and he had a big one. Has. Has. Can’t think that way. They said this kind of thing happens. Routine. They’d know. They’re professionals.

He looked up and saw the doctor approaching with reluctance.

 

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One thought on “Stable Condition

  1. Not sure who has what issue that needs the attention of the medical profession (I have a couple of scenarios come to mind), but I like the punchy delivery of the story

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