He's Back

It is almost 2am and most people are asleep. I was, until a few minutes ago. The Col. is back. Who is the colonel? He is the demon of my dreams. For those of you that do not know what I am talking about I ask you to go back and read some of my posts from a year ago. It helps me to tell it, so, I will. I was a young airman first class in the Air Force when I first met the Col. He was admitted on my floor because we had a single bed room that was not being used. I treated him as I did with all my patients, with care, empathy, and good medicine. We became close friends in no time. He was smart, intriging, and a pleasure to be around. He was also dying. It was a painful death, too. My commanding officer told me not to get too emotionally attached because of his impending death. I tried. The Col. asked that no other med tech care for him other than I. To appease him my C.O. told me that I was to take him as my patient on a full time basis. When I was not at work he would not let any other tech come into his room. He had a plan for me. After several months of inpatient treatment he asked me a question. "Would you put an end to all this, for me?" he asked. I asked him what he meant. He meant kill him. Of course I said NO! I'm sorry, I will have to finish this later. Thank you. theblogmeister