She sat down in the chair, leaned her head back, and closed her eyes. That would have been okay if it was 4 pm, but it wasn’t. It was 11 in the morning.
“How are you feeling today?” I asked her.
“Well, not so great,” she admitted.
I asked her a few more questions and then suggested we call her doctor.
“Not today,” she replied.
I let her decision rest and quietly continued my work.
“Do you think I should see my doctor?” It sounded like a question that might be a statement.
“I do,” I said. “Why don’t I give the office a call, and see if he can see you this afternoon?”
“Okay, thank you,” she answered.
I picked up her landline phone while Googling the doctor’s office number on my cell and tried to swallow the lump in my throat and not think too much about how this moment might have unfolded if I hadn’t been here visiting her.