I helped to dry him off with another towel and then he changed into his fresh clothes while I waited outside the bathroom. When he opened the door, I couldn’t help but smile. “Look at you. Freshly shaven and all nice and clean. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. So, I’m going to head into the kitchen and fix some dinner. You can come help me if you’d like.” “Nah. I think I’ll go back to my room.” “Suit yourself. I’ll let you know when dinner’s ready.” “What are you making?” “Chicken fettuccine Alfredo, and a salad.” “Sounds good.” While I headed towards the kitchen, Logan wheeled himself back to his bedroom. I couldn’t stop thinking about the connection I felt with him earlier. I had worked with many patients, young and old, but I had never felt such a strong bond with them.
