The Case of T.P. Wallace

Chapter Seven

“What’s up, doc?”

Thad sits on his bed while pushing his blanket aside from his chest. He wipes his eyes from the little sleep he obtained.

“I talked with Neuro,” I start to say but he manages to keep me from saying more with a small sigh. He slightly frowns before quickly wiping it away.

He sniffs. “It’s a no-go, isn't it?”

“There are other ways. We could direct you to our neighbor hospitals and provide you excellent services along the way.” I am talking so quickly, I forget to pause. “Our doctors, like myself, will recommend you the best we know. You'll be in good hands.”

“Doc, doc, doc,” he says as he is trying to sit up. “Nia,” Thad says calmly. He watches me furrow my eyebrows at him once I hear Thad him call my name for the first time. He tries to assure me by putting a stiff smile on his face. “It's okay. I'm glad I came here.” His voice is low but he tries to shrug a laugh to make me feel slightly better about myself and my job, for that fact. “I mean, at least I tried. That's what counts.”