Room 314 and the Graduation Tickets for Hannah Morgan
Grant said.
He pointed his pen at the top page.
“We need to start the first phase of infusion therapy by tomorrow afternoon.”
Linda smoothed the front of her silk blouse.
“Three years is a lot of time to drop on a family, Doctor.”
“The illness doesn’t respect our schedules,” Dr.
Grant said.
Richard leaned over the bed and picked up the heavy stapled packet.
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