our tests indicate no evidence of memory issues." The doctor pointed to one of the pages, and began referring Viv's power-of-attorney to several others. By the way, how that legal process came about...just chalk that all down to the "mystery of iniquity." Ellen responded with various legal noises. The doctor, while evidently, not even near forty, had seen this drama unfold before. And sad to say, Dr. Sarah McDaniels, could read the writing on the wall - so could a few of her colleagues; that is, those who cared - and those numbers had been decreasing.
Having made her rounds earlier in the day. She'd stopped in to have a look at Viv. The old woman was softly snoring, her Bible rising and falling upon Viv's ample chest. Sarah, had of course, reviewed her patient's medications. One was, somehow not on the list. An oversight? Sarah's gut said no - she'd practiced medicine long enough to have learned the wisdom of not immediately writing off hunches. That particular med, was perhaps the problem. While the old woman needed to regulate...
"Doctor!" A nurse called from the hall.
Several hours later:
An orderly and one of the kitchen staff were eating supper in the little cafe, next to the gift shop. On a nearby flatscreen was a video of a robbery which had taken place just hours ago. The art-shop clerk was doa, a one customer in critical, another in stable. The two shook their heads, a friend joining them rolled his eyes. "People are crazy," he remarked, set down his tray, and began querying his buddy about the game last night.
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