Katherine was playing poker with Peter on the bed that afternoon when Marshall, who she had assumed would no longer visit, showed up unexpectedly with some fruit.
Marshall came to a stop at the ward's door. Their voices could be heard from inside the ward because the door was slightly ajar. Katherine sounded pleasant. She chuckled as well and said, "I don't need a caregiver; I've been the doctor more often than I'd want to recall for this disease. I'll be okay; it just might take me a few days.”
A paper that was taped to Peter's face fluttered as he spoke, saying, "The doctor said that your stomach problems has troubled you for so many years because you never take it seriously, you should take it more seriously."
"A Joker," grinned Katherine. “ I'm down to just two cards now. This is m
