In the mix of my internal battle, the female doctor had gathered her belongings, and when she said to me, “There is nothing left here for me to do.” I could tell by the tone of her voice she just wanted to get out of here, and I honestly didn’t blame her, as I was sure that she had been plucked from some random hospital not by her will.
This time it was me that nodded my head, giving her the permission she needed to leave, as I remained standing there with my head down, still at war with myself with what I knew needed to be done. It wasn’t until I finally heard the door shut behind me, did I let the growl out that I had been holding back. I was hoping that it would alleviate some of the stress on my chest, but unfortunately, it did quite the opposite for me.
Honestly, I knew this wasn’
