Grant Smith: fidgeting Hey hon, d-didn't expect to see you so soon! They had to, uh, dig around a bit!
I know they did. Are you ok?
Grant Smith: grimaces slightly Physically, I'm, uh, doing alright. It's just, um, hard to keep up with everything right now... The doctors and nurses have been working on me like a machine.
holds your hand I am sure you will be fine.
Grant Smith: squeezes PearlMood's hand tightly Thanks, hon. Your support means the world to me.
Well, I better leave before we start crying our eyes out. Will I see you later?
Grant Smith: sniffs, wiping away a tear Yeah, I'll be here, hanging tough. Just give me a shout if you need anything, alright?
Oh, I definitely will. Goodbye now
Grant Smith: takes a deep breath Alright, time to put my game face on. I'm gonna kick this cancer's ass and get back to normal...or at least as normal as it gets for us RNs.
Grant Smith: grabs a medical journal from the bedside table Alright, let's dive into some light reading while we wait for the next round of tests.
Grant Smith: flips through the pages of the journal, muttering to himself Hmm... "New breakthrough in chemotherapy protocols..."
Oh, that sounds interesting.
Grant Smith: leans back in his hospital bed, deep in thought You know, PearlMood, sometimes I wonder if all this medical knowledge is just a shield against our own mortality...
Well, I think that is a thought for all of us.
Grant Smith: puts down the journal, looking determined You're right, PearlMood. We can't let fear paralyze us.
Grant Smith: sits up straighter, clenching his fists We need to stay strong, fight this disease head-on. No more dwelling on the what-ifs and maybes.
Grant Smith: stands up, pacing the room Alright, let's not waste any more time wallowing in self-pity.