The doctor sat beside his sleeping patient.
What had he been expecting? He had to admit, a part of him felt a quiet disapointment.
He had come to the end of his story that had felt like a confession, and for a moment Ed had stared at him, wide-eyed, and then, the next minute, something strange happened, right before the doctor's eyes. The boy's eyes misted over, turned dark, tunneled inward...
Now, the boy was asleep.
The doctor checked his pulse, listened to his breathing and it was only then that he finally replaced his gloves, rolled down his cuffs.
He walked to the window and looked out.
"What a terrible storm." he said, but what he was thinking, in the deep part of his mind, the place that now felt uneasy watching that thunder and hearing the too irregular sounds of a "slumbering" Ed, was that he and his terrible story...had failed.
TBC...