We sit. We lie. We wait. We are examined. We are left alone.

Emotions fritter.

The door reopens.

The face.

Is it tinged with sadness or reassuring and open?

The words.

Are they easy to comprehend?

Is it good news or bad?

We can answer that.

It’s bad. Undeniably bad.

None of our authors have good news for you.

The diagnosis?

You already know that.

Death.