The Guilt

If ever I’ve had a dream equally frightening as those with paranormal textures, it would be a fiasco at work. It happened this way.

Midnight and I was squandering the time away gabbing and making jokes with some of my co-workers in a little room where the Hematology interns stay during the day. All my patients were sound asleep, and I myself, at some point in time, must have unknowingly fallen into a similar fettle because, Continue reading