Eyes seemed to follow him everywhere. It made Will feel on
edge and frustrated. He walked, trying to ignore it as he got his work done.
Forget months of hard work. One little bad day seemed to have branded him
Part of him wanted to quit and intern elsewhere, but he was
worried they wouldn’t take him if the doctors told about what had happened.
What did they expect anyway? He was still just a teenager. And he was usually
good about separating personal and work life. It wasn’t his fault the two had
suddenly decided to merge into one giant headache.
“Keep your chin up, pal,” Malcolm said, walking beside him.
“Just don’t look so angry when doing it. You’re supposed to look approachable.”
Will rolled his eyes and sighed. He gave a forced smile and
shook his head. “Yeah, I know. It’s just creeping me out. Like everyone’s
waiting for me to burst again. They know I’m not like that. It was… a bad day.
After a few bad weeks.” He shook his head and rolled his head to try and shake
off the stress. “I have to go check on one of my kids. I’ll see you later.”
Malcolm smiled at the term and nodded, disappearing into
another wing of the hospital.
Meanwhile, Will hurried to the room for a little girl who
had stayed a few days after a severe asthma attack. He opened the door and
smiled brightly as the little girl sat up. “How are you feeling today, little
sunflower?” he asked. Her name was Flor, and she was so bubbly and happy, that
it was easy to provide a nickname for her.
“I’m okay,” she answered, licking pudding off her fingers.
“Are you going to do the routine again?” He smiled and nodded. Her older
brother chuckled softly as she scooted forward and sat up.
“Do you really think all this is an accident – that we, a group of strangers survived, many of us with just superficial injuries? Do you think we crashed on this place by coincidence – especially, this place? We were brought here for a purpose, for a reason, all of us. Each one of us was brought here for a reason.”