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assing than being asked to leave the room by the doctor, and I waited for him to come out any minute to tell me I needed to go home. I leaned a

Benson, who we all affectionately referred to

th a puzzled look on his face. "This is not like you, L

s the worst thing someone in my line of work co

aned against the wall next to me, and when I looked up int

ame way about him. "I don't know if you've heard about the plane crash last year t

member something about that. Th

ll, now my parents have decided to sue the family's estate. I don't feel right about it at

when it gets to you the worst. You know, I lost a brother, too, so I know what it's like. You have that pe

all my grief, I couldn't help but wonder about the man on the other side o

to feel bad, I can't help but think that his grief is so much more than mine. He l

ding as you when it comes to things of that nature. They think there's a way to make thi

hing like that before. I'm usually not such a klutz." I

hand on my shoulder. "I hated to ask you to leave, but the only

someone, I'm here. Maybe, if you're ever feeling up to it, I could take you out to dinner, and we can le

ped my teary eyes and took a deep breath. He'd lost someone, t

o way I'd say no. Every nurse in the hospital was itching for his attention, and he had a good re

hall, and I took another deep breath to calm my nerves. It was time for

he roof after dark in his robe to adjust a satellite dish that his wife said hadn't been plugged in since the nineties. Then there was a woman who'd been run over by a car whi

n't about to tell her that Dr. Rob had asked me to dinner, but she'

lked up and shoved hers in. "Are you okay?" She chose her usual candy

's got me a little mixed up in the head." I

How do you feel about it? Did they even ask you your opinion?" She was no stranger to the w

at his life, or rather his death, has a price tag. It's disgusting, and it's the kind of thing that my brothe