Bab 115: Chapter 115: Foxhole Friends for Life

As Michael was ushered to his recliner in the chemotherapy room, he glanced around. “Will Luther Robinson be here today?”

The nurse smiled benignly. “I’m not sure. Let’s get you settled, shall we?”

Quickly, she hooked him up to the IV and left to assist another patient.

“Excuse me,” said a woman seated in the recliner across the room. “Luther got good news last week. He’s in remission.”

“Is he?” Michael stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Good for him.”

“They can’t tell us anything,” she nodded her head, indicating the hospital staff. “HIPAA and all that.”

Michael nodded. “Thanks for telling me.” He settled back into his seat with his thoughts.

The television on the opposite wall was tuned to a daytime talk show. Michael rested his head against the back of the recliner and closed his eyes, intending to doze.

“I figured I’d find you lazing around here.”