Daily Prompt: Fragile

I was making rounds on my unit and as I passed an old woman reached out and grabbed my uniform.

“Please.  Just a minute,” she said to me.

I looked down at the bony hand that held me so tightly,

“How can I help?” I asked her.

“It is my cat.  She is alone at home.  I did not know that I was going to be admitted,” she said with tears in her eyes.

“What do you need?”

She handed me a piece of paper with a number.

“Will you call my neighbor and ask her to look out for my cat?”

I was busy but promised that I would call when I got the time.

“Thank you.” She rested her head on her pillow.  Her breathing was slightly labored.  I helped her to adjust her oxygen mask and then I went on to my complete my rounds.

I went back to  her about two hours later.  Her eyes were closed, but as I approached she opened them.

“Your neighbor called back.  She has your cat.”

She smiled. “My cat Tommy is just like me.  We are both fragile and need care.  I know that you are going to take good care of me.”

As she closed her eyes again, I felt shaken by her trust and faith.




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