Up the stairs we plod, the elevator is broken. I slip on a stair and down I go, twenty steps down to the previous platform. Misty rushes back down, kisses me, and assures me that everything will be alright. The doctor calls us in separately. I am examined under the X-ray, and subsequently asked questions, Misty must be facing similar treatment.
"Have you um… coughed up any blood?"
"Yes, Sir"
"Do you feel any pain?"
"Yes"
"Where, Ash?"
"At my throat."
"Is it sharp or dull?"
"It's a droning dull pain with interjections of sharp pain."
"Have you um…. Kissed your girlfriend lately?"
What? He dares to ask me such personal questions? The nerve? Why…
"I'm not asking this to be intrusive, son, but rather to discover something… medically vital."
"Oh. Yes, on the way up."
"This is bad, you could have infected her as well."
"What?" My breath catches in my throat What did I do to my beloved? "With what?" I ask cautiously.
"I'll tell you… after I carefully analyze her…"
"Have you um… coughed up any blood?"
"Yes, Sir"
"Do you feel any pain?"
"Yes"
"Where, Ash?"
"At my throat."
"Is it sharp or dull?"
"It's a droning dull pain with interjections of sharp pain."
"Have you um…. Kissed your girlfriend lately?"
What? He dares to ask me such personal questions? The nerve? Why…
"I'm not asking this to be intrusive, son, but rather to discover something… medically vital."
"Oh. Yes, on the way up."
"This is bad, you could have infected her as well."
"What?" My breath catches in my throat What did I do to my beloved? "With what?" I ask cautiously.
"I'll tell you… after I carefully analyze her…"
