The doctor pulls me into the hallways and explains to me what is going on. A pain forms in my chest and I feel sick. I being to cry and I lean my head against the hall.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
I calm myself down and sigh. I slowly reenter the room. "I know you do not know what is going on and I am sorry. I'm Chris." I say, reaching out my arm.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh