Alterlude #4Doctor David Winters looked in the mirror, thinking it would be the last time he might call himself that. His face drooped, his eyes were puffy, his cheeks were bristly, his brow was lined. He slogged through a shower and a shave, then dressed himself. He went through the motions of getting ready for the day, feeling as though he were preparing for his own execution.
Today, the Medical Board of Colorado would decide whether to rescind his license to practice. A death sentence for a doctor.
He hadn't slept well in months, not since his mother died. His depression had been deepening for about two years, since his father died. Losing both of them in eighteen months had devastated him. Losing his license for his role in their deaths would probably finish him off.
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