#mikexleanne

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The eternal providence

@rorishleanne

His new normal sucked if he was being honest. Mike tired easily. He was dizzy all the time. He got winded with even the smallest of walks down the hallway. He had trouble seeing out of one eye. He felt his temper rile at the little of things. He felt addled, or at least forgetful; that was getting better. 

Mike wasn’t the same man and he doubted he’d be the same doctor. But, he was going to try. Giving up wasn’t in his blood. Even if he wanted to give up on this PT right thing. His hands didn’t quite want to work right. Getting the pegs into the right hole was a whole lot harder than he thought. 

He was being ignored, for the most part. His therapist was helping another patient. The other patients were focused on their work. It was just him and the pegs. What a life. But there were eyes on him; he could feel them. 

“Dr. Rorish, what brings you down here? Was I supposed to be back to work today?”  he asked. His voice was not his own - not yet. It was weak and rasp from all the weeks in the coma. “And have I told you the story of how I died?❞

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obtain a new light

@rorishleanne

This was a nightmarish day. It was long. It was tiresome. He tended to so many patients and most of their outcomes seemed bleak; he’d even lost one (but that man had been inches from death when brought in). Hours not spent with patients was on the phone. Lots of strings were pulled so as to get Angus into the best rehab facility possible and as fast as possible. He’d just gotten home from dropping Angus at the in-patient center and it left him feeling sick. 

He’d let his brother down. Mike told him to do something Angus was incapable of doing. Now he had to leave Angust at a rehab center four hours away. It felt like he abandoned Angus. He had half a mind to go back and book a hotel just to be close. But that would have to wait until the morning. 

He needed food and sleep. He was starving and hunger. However, that would also need to wait. There was a message on the answering machine. “Oh God,” Mike whispered after listening to it. Picking up his car keys, he hopped back into the car and drove to the hospital. 

Finding Leanne’s office, he walked to the door. He knocked before pushing the door open. “Dr. Rorish? You called. You’re message was a little lacking,” he said. “So, um, what do you need? What seems to be the problem?”