chin, gathered his bowl and spoon and made her way back down to the office and small kitchen.  The boy fell asleep, as Adam made him comfortable, amongst all the pillows, and once again adjusted his drainage tube.  He watched the child’s closed eyes, his sleeping peacefulness and stood there looking down at him for a moment.

     Adam’s mind wandered.  What if that was his son lying there?  How would he feel?  Would he sit in that chair all night, just listening to him breathing, making sure the boy kept breathing?  How would he have reacted, realizing, as a doctor, how close the child came to dying?  He stared at the peacefully, sleeping boy, then, suddenly shook off his thoughts.

     The building was quiet, he noticed, as he...

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