Joan came home one day to the musty apartment, and entered the dark room. She flicked on the lights, and poured herself a whiskey. She had had a bad day. A really bad day. She was fired. She knew there was no way she and her brother could continue to live in New York with no income. She had also lost purse in a taxi, and had to pay for Kevin's cough medicine he had requested by money given to her by a stranger. She was embarrassed to do so, but Kevin had been getting sick over the last couple of days, and she was afraid his health would deteriorate quickly if she didn't get him some antibiotics.
She entered Kevin's room and was surprised to see he wasn't there. She went into the bathroom, and was shocked to see her brother draped over the toilet seat. He had his eyes closed and was breathing very heavily. Joan ran over to her brother and lifted him back into his chair. Surprisingly it wasn't too hard. She didn't realize how much weight he had lost.
Joan now understood the extent of Kevin's health problems. He probably weighed less than Joan now.
"Kevin, what is wrong?" she asked frantically.
"Don't know," he replied weakly.
"I'm calling the doctor," she said firmly.
Kevin felt too weak to even object to her statement. He was seated, and looked as if it was hard to breathe. Joan was reminded of the days she used to help dress her brother in the weeks directly after the accident. It then occurred to Joan that she had never seen her brother like this before, ever. He was one of those people that never got sick. Joan guessed it was because he was always active.
Joan couldn't understand why the operation had upset Kevin so much. The chances of him walking before were very slim before the surgery. Joan had a sneaking suspicion that there was more to Kevin's problems then he revealed. As Joan thought about this, she muttered to herself; Where are you now God? Joan didn't even care about that anymore, but it was just annoying to her that God would never be around when she needed Him most.
Joan ran to the phone. She rang the first doctor in the phonebook that was in the area. She had never been to the doctor in New York, so the experience was new to her. She quickly dialed the number to Candler General Practitioners. "Yes, I was wondering if I could have a doctor to visit me…no, it's my brother…vomiting, nausea, and I think disorientation…my name, Joan Hampton…21 Staple Road…yes, yes…thank you."
She hung up the phone and raced back to see her brother. She helped him into bed, and got a cold washer and put it on his forehead.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep straight away. Joan sat with him waiting for the doctor for almost an hour when there was a knock at the door. She heaved a sigh of relief, and walked swiftly to the door. She was so relieved that they weren't any longer.
She opened the door. "Oh thank god you're here, my broth…" she stopped dead in her tracks.
The man at the door, with glasses and fair hair did the same. He looked at Joan with utter bewilderment. He hadn't seen her in so long. She thought exactly the same thing about the man. Joan snapped out of her trance.
"Luke, how unexpected…"
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