Candice

"Alright Mr. Welsh can you take a deep breath for me?" I ask the eighty-one-year-old man in front of me. He came in today for a broken rib and I just finished wrapping him up.

After a few painful deep breaths from my patient, I send a nurse in to give him his discharge papers and walk back over to my office. When I get to my desk there is a single rose sitting on it with a note with writing in black ink. A smile pulls at my lips as I recognize Ben's ...