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This week’s contribution comes from my WIP, Swashbuckler. It’s about 3/4 of the way through the story and Rachel has arrived at the hospital.
“Yes? Can I help you?” the nurse asked Rachel when she finally reached the intensive care unit. Rachel opened her mouth to answer, but no words came out. Instead, tears began to drip from her eyes. Without missing a beat, the petite nurse pulled tissue from the box sitting on the counter and handed it to her. She didn’t tell Rachel to stop crying or tell her that everything was going to be alright. She just waited.