““Please, keep it brief,” the nurse instructed Dana. She nodded and proceeded at a normal pace. So it was Mila who reached bed nine first, located in a small, glass-fronted room on the perimeter of the nurse’s station. The privacy curtain was tucked aside, allowing Dana to observe Mila as she flung herself atop the bedridden man and uttered a strangled, “Oh, Roger!” She caught his surprised but tender, “Don’t cry, honey.” Once, the intimacy would have devastated her, but the sense of betrayal an...d feelings of inadequacy had dissipated, enabling her to view the scene from a dispassionate distance. Dana stepped into the room and drew the drape around the bed, screening them from outside view. Mila buried her face against Roger’s shoulder, and he patted her back. He looked at Dana, and a guilty flush stained his pale face. His heart rate, revealed on the monitor, blipped. “I didn’t expect this,” he murmured. His affection toward Mila didn’t shock her; his condition did.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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