"Can I help you with anything else?"
She looked at me, and asked for a hug.
As I leaned over, and wrapped my arms around her, my heart broke.
I cradled the phone against my shoulder.
"I'll be calling you next month just to follow-up and see how you're doing. Is that okay?"
Weeping on the other end of the line - my patient started to cry and told me that no one had bothered to care for her in a long time.
I sat in the room with a patient, and I found out that he lived on the same street as me.
"Hey, we're practically neighbors!"
He asked me if I was the girl who rode the red bike.
"What! Crazy! I am that girl. I bike to work everyday!"
I was flagged because one of my patients had attempted suicide and he had recently been discharged from the Emergency Room. I was to call him to help schedule him to see his doctor.
I dialed his number.
1st attempt: No answer.
2nd attempt: No answer.
3rd attempt: No answer.

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