Lil’s heels took a beating from the flap of her shoes in the seconds it took to reach her patient. She slipped her shoulders under Walt’s right arm and braced as his weight sighed against her body. “Don’t know what happened. I feel real weak.” Walt sucked in deep, heavy breaths. This was her fault. Why had she left her patient alone? She’d only done that one other time and had learned a hard lesson in the process. She knew why she’d left this one by himself. She’d been too distracted with being late, and right, that she didn’t access her patient the way she should have upon his arrival home. “Your body’s been through a lot. Weakness is not uncommon.” Lil scanned the room. Metal cabinets with Formica countertops ran across the length of the room and ended just before the bedroom door. If he could make it over to the counter, it would give him something to lean against for support while he rested. Then maybe she could leave him alone long enough for her to get a chair.
