The ER.
Tonight, sitting in the Emergency Room at Hillcrest General Hospital, I found myself becoming extremely paranoid.
Every cough, every sneeze, every sigh brought me back to my own ER times.
I became anxious that I would catch all ailments in the room.
I found my throat tightening, my breathing becoming heavy and sweat pouring from my neck.
The memories flooded me.
Luckily, it was fleeting.
And even luckier, Pierre's mother is going to be fine (bad fall down the stairs).
But accompanying the paranoia came an overwhelming gratitude for my family for all the time they spent in the waiting rooms on my behalf.
And a caring family...thats, the luckiest of all.
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