“What the heck? Is that Doc? Why’s he crying like that?”
“Keep your voice down. He lost a patient. He’s always like this when he loses one, which is really rare.”
“Well, he’s the best isn't he? Even the best can’t save them all.”
The two continued their conversation away from the corridor leaving the doctor behind to wallow alone.
What the two didn't know is that they didn't need to lower their voices; the doctor couldn't hear a word they said.
What he could hear were the same words that pierced through his mind all through med school, all through internship, through residency and every single time, despite giving everything he could.
The exact same words bled through his brain when he lost a patient.
**My price for what you ask is that each soul you lose becomes mine.**