Prescribed (The White Coat Series) Read Online Free

through the thin pink fabric separating our beds. I saw her dark black shadow wave back in return and give me a thumbs up. 
    "What are you in for?" I asked. 
    "Oh you don't want to know," the lady responded, her frail voice breaking up with small coughs. 
    "Well don't worry. I know you'll get better." 
    The lady took a moment to respond. 
    "How so?" she asked, curiosity overcoming her. 
    "Because I've heard you talk to your husband and I see that beautiful photo of you two on that horribly tacky wooden dresser. You have too much to live for." 
    I laid my head back on the cardboard pillow, wondering what it was like to share that kind of love. During my busy night of being poked and prodded, and not in the good way, I was able to catch an intimate display of love between the elderly couple. I was lying in bed, waiting for the nurse to come and draw some blood, when the older woman’s husband shuffled into the room. His walker made small thumping sounds as the green tennis balls attached to the legs met the ground underneath. I tried my hardest to give them some privacy but that’s pretty hard when you’re tied down to various machinery designed to sound like a bomb going off if your vitals began failing. So I sat there, trying to distract myself with an old Peoples magazine. As I was reading an article about Jennifer Lopez, I quickly peeked over at the couple and saw a scene straight out of The Notebook. 
    From a pulled back corner of the cloth barrier between us, I could see the two in bed, the older gentleman with his head resting on the woman’s chest. His eyes shutting in what seemed to be sleep at first, but I could see a shiny glean on his cheek and fresh tears falling from his closing eyes. The woman kissed the back of his head over and over again; her frail hands burdened with various IV needles, lifted up and ran through the thin strands of white hair left on the man’s head. 
    “I’ll love you until the moon stops shining.” 
    “I’ll love you until the earth stops spinning.” 
    The love in the room enveloped me, bringing tears to my own eyes. These two had something that I wanted to have so badly. Just pure, unadulterated love that has the power to last the test of time. A bond so incredible that only a global catastrophe could have them focus on something else, and even then I had a feeling their love would still outlast such a cataclysm. I tried getting back to my magazine, but couldn’t shake the thought of their adoration for the rest of the night. I watched as the man left, hobbling back out of the room, his hands braced himself up against the walker as the weight of the world pressed down on him, threatening to overwhelm him. I saw years of life and love leave the room that night. I didn’t know it would be the last night they would ever share an embrace again… Thankfully I didn’t know it would be the last night they would ever share an embrace again. 
    From the bed next to me, I heard tears trying their hardest to keep silent. I was just about to ask her what was wrong when I heard a voice I already knew all too well come from the entrance to our quaint little room. 
    "Emma, you're up!" Ryan said, walking over with his iPad clutched to his strong chest, ready to note down my vital signs and make sure I wasn't secretly dying or anything. 
    Then again, weren't all of us secretly dying in some sort of manner? 
    "Yep. My headache is almost gone too so that has to be a plus, right? I woke up, so that's one, and I lost my headache, that's two. How many do I need to get out of here?" 
    He reached behind my head to check for any swelling. I noticed how big his hand was as his fingers glided through my hair, sending small sparks of relaxing pleasure. 
    "You're going to need at least one more before we can let you go. The next one on the list is learning how to tightrope with a tutu-sporting poodle.” His smile was infectious. 
    “I’m allergic to dogs.” I responded, pushing