I Said Goodbye In The ICU—Then I Heard What I Was Never Meant To Hear

say goodbye.

My voice came out as a whisper. “How long does he have?”

Dr. Foster hesitated. “Hours. Maybe less.”

I walked back into Graham’s room. Susan was sitting in the corner, her eyes red and swollen from crying. I sat down in the chair next to Graham’s bed. His hand was cold when I took it.

“Graham,” I said, “I don’t know if you can hear me, but continue reading …