CHEMO II

I’m used to it. I just try to make my patients as comfortable as possible.”

I leaned in closer to her and whispered, “Could you please stop being a smart ass? She’s only trying to help you.”

She gave me a look and raised her hands to redo her ponytail. My eyes instantly went to her wrists as the sleeves of her sweatshirt fell back. I nearly gasped when I saw the tattoos; my name on her left wrist and the infinity sign on her right. Why the hell would she do that? I didn’t want to say anything to her about it; I wanted to wait and see if she would tell me.

I got up and told Steph that I’d be right back. I walked down the hall to the restroom to catch my breath. I was speechless as to what I just saw, and I couldn’t understand why she would do that. As I was heading back to Steph, Nurse Bailey stopped me in the hallway.

“Listen, Mr. Dean; Steph is going through a bunch of raw emotions right now. She’s feeling sad, anxious, depressed, and most of all, angry. She’s angry that this is h