her haze of grief. She looked down. The white hospital s

se?" she called out, h

blood. "Okay, Sarah, stay calm." She started pressing on Sarah' s

the first nurse said cr

am, who had been standing silently in the corner, s

e absorbent pads. The large ones. We' re running low in this ro

, then at the spreading stain of blood, a look of genuine alarm on his face. He seemed to want to help, but had no ide

m from the supply closet down the hall, or just buy them from the hospi

rsonal and embarrassing. Sending her boss to buy her maternity

thout a word and strode out of the room, his expe

her a shot, and the bleeding began to slow. The panic in her chest subs

rrying a pack of pads. Behind him stood a calm, middle-aged woman in a cr

is is Nurse Miller. I have retained her services privately. She is a h

comfortable." Her presence was immediately reassuring. She opened her bag, and it wa

ver, speaking in a low, soothing voice to both Sarah and the hospital st

r voice hoarse. "Thank you. B

t has been handled," he said, his voice flat.

n he wa

was he doing this? Her boss, the man who barely acknowledg

nd then checked on the twins, who were

iller said quietly, adjusting t

asked, a bitter l

experienced nurse available for long-term care, money no object. Paid for three months up front. I' ve been doing this for twenty years,

ld, demanding, and notoriously difficult to work for. This act of extreme, expensive kindne