She entered the room and looked at the man laying with his eyes closed in the bed. He was still. Too still. She considered going back to get the doctor to see if perhaps he needed additional medical attention.
His hair was dark and damp. His narrow nose was straight, and she wondered if she should dig out her compact to hold under it to see if he was breathing because he was stiff and unmoving.
“Are you coming in or just going to stand there looking at me?”
She jumped before swallowing nervously, “you wanted to see me first, why?”
He opened one eye and looked at her, “straight to the point, as always.” He patted the bed, “come sit with me.”
“Max, it’s not a good idea.”
“It’s the best idea.”
“Look, I’m under orders not to stress you out or kill you. I think it’s best I stay right whe
