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“Hello Meg,” he sat down on the chair next to the chair. “How are you today?”
She opened her eyes, “I’m okay. Who are you?”
“I’m… Nurse Papadopoulos.” His clothes shifted into the uniform he’d seen of the people round the area.
“Yeah, I remember,” she blinked sleepily. “You used to garden with me.”
Her hands were blue at the tips. Circulation issues . Milky eyes. Cataracts.
“You liked the purple flowers,” she said.
“Yeah. You liked the succulents.”
Her eyes shut again, and she sighed, her breath evening out as she fell asleep.
“Goodnight, sweet Meg.” He kissed her forehead.