The news came late. We sat at the hospital waiting for answers. We fidgeted our fingers, tapped our feet, and nibbled at our nails. The agony of unanswered questions. The doctor walked out of the room, a blank look on his face. When he reached us, a smile crept from his mouth.
"She will be alright," he said. "Everything is going to be fine."
I jumped out of my seat with excitement. I scrambled to my friend and gave her a smile from ear to ear. I touched her hands with a soft touch and gave her a hug. It was all just a scare. Everything would turn out fine, life would go on the way it should. We were all going to be alright, and I was fine with that.
"I wet his temples with a moistened finger and give him a swig" (71).
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