The Governors Son

Another day at work in Sacred, Checking the terminal patients always seems like a waste. Its like sentencing them to death, when there is no crime that ignited the punishment. Yet its my job, and neglecting them is just as bad as neglecting the recovering cancer patient. My shift ended at 2:30pm and So I decided to drop by the chief MD's office. Thats always how it starts, small talk about patients, conversation about our lives outside of the hospital then the inevitable happens. He hoisted my body on to his ADA lab desk. I sparatically reached for the faucet head to hold onto. Suddenly the door began to open and he leaped back. I scurried off the table and behind the Old out of service baby MRI machine. This had to be the same one that my father had used to diagnose the governors son back 14 years ago.