Then he smiles at my unconscious kid.
“Hey, Hannah,” he says.
“It’s Mike.”
Nurse Jenna always lights up when she sees him.
“Hey, Mike,” she says. “You want coffee?”
“Sure, thanks,” he says.
Like this is totally normal.
He sits next to Hannah, takes her hand in both of his, and stays for one hour.
Sometimes he reads from a fantasy book.
Sometimes he just talks in a low voice.
“Today sucked, kiddo,” I heard once. “But I didn’t drink.
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