The nurse came out of the surgery where I had carried the boy a few times.The nurse came out of the surgery where I had carried the boy a few times. She smiled or nodded to me and disappeared down the corridor always returning with several small packages. I became increasingly nervous. I had no wish to stick around. I'd done my 'Good Samaritan' act and the boy was in a hospital, more like a clinic, but at least he was getting medical attention. I hoped that he was all right, though somehow, deep down inside, I knew he wasn't. |