Nick Harrison

Moving Forward

The beeping of medical equipment and buzzing of cold white fluorescent lights were deafening for Max as he sat in the hospital waiting room. Staring off into space, he wondered what was so urgent that he needed to come in. The staff seemed to move chaotically, and nobody seemed interested in explaining it to him. He had come to terms with the current state of his father months before but figured this might’ve be a sudden turn for the worse. A younger doctor appeared through the swinging double doors looking like he hadn’t slept in days. He flipped open the chart and skimmed for relevant information.