Nicolas Winters is now thirty years old and has been cancer free for over twenty years. He has since finished school and a successful writer of children's books while doing photography on the side to keep busy.
His favorite is here once again as Chr...
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"Well hello, Mr. Winters." I smile back.
My one patient that has been reluctant to come to turns with his possible diagnosis. It has been a couple of weeks and normally by now people have expected what is going to happen, but not Nicolas Winters.
"Hi, nice to meet you. My name is Eve. It is the first time my brother has actually called out a females name and smiled." The lady with him smirks and holds her hand out.
My eyes trail back over to Nicolas as I smirk and let him respond as I shake his sisters hand. The only reason I am not is due to the fact of patient and therapist cofidentiality, I must follow the laws.
"I have seen her around the hospital when I went for my normal tests." Nicolas tells his sister.
Well not a total lie but still not the part I was hoping to get him to spill. He needs to have his family involved in this manner for support even if this does come to nothing. Especially since looking over his last records from a child, his own father was his donor and in time that may be needed again with the high possible chance.
"Please call me Natalie though." I smile at Eve guienely liking her from just the very few seconds of knowing her. There seems to be a cheering personality to Eve.
Eve looks back to me and smiles. "Are you getting ready for Christmas too?"
I look in the cart I hold and hold in my grimace. "I am not sure but my sister kept asking for lights." I sigh and glance back to the options. It is overwhelming and it being one thing she has requested in so long I can't say no to her.
My sister is younger than I am by a couple years. Right after I got my licenses there was a car wreck from a drunk driver hitting the side of our car when I was driving us back from a Christmas piece we volunteered for. It left my sister disabled in a wheelchair and she had a brain injury leaving to where she can't move her lower part of her body or speak coherently all the time.
It honestly has left my parents bitter over this entire holiday and ever since that wreck none of us celebrated Christmas since.
"What does she like?" Eve asks and tilts her head some.
"I am not sure." I mumble. "I don't think the bright straight white lights would be to much if she stares at them."
"What about these?" Eve hands me a pack of single strand of lights but they are dim and multicolor.
"This would work. Thank you." I smile at her. "Do you have lots to buy for?"
"No we are just replacing some lights at our parents house that are passed well used." Eve laughs lightly and Nicolas nods.
"We volunteered to come out and get new lights while our Mom is cooking up some cookies." Nicolas smirks.
I raise an eyebrow since I know that is not in his diet the doctor is wanting. Nicolas gives me the same look and it almost seems challenging.
