Twenty Two

“Okay, Camilla, tell me if you can feel this,” I say to the brunette patient lying on the hospital bed as I pinch her wrist. She yelps, yanking away her arm as she gives me a look.

“So sorry about that. I just wanted to be sure you’re fine.”

“I’m fine, really. I guess I’ve been stressing myself too much lately and I needed to take a break.”

“Mmm. If you don’t mind me asking, what has been stressing you?” I ask, replacing her saline bag with a new one. “This will keep you hydrated,” I tell her, referring to the saline bag.

“Well, I’m getting married soon and I’m nervous and afraid I’m going to fuck shit up.”

“Oh.” I sigh. I’ve never been married so I really don’t know how I’m supposed to comfort a person who’s nervous about getting married.

Looking at Camilla, she should be around my age. A Good Samaritan rushed her in not too long ago and according to the man she collapsed at a shopping mall. Luckily, nothing happened to her.

“Well, I don’t know the best advice to give you, but I thin