Sophie Smith eventually pushed open the door to the hospital room.
The smell of the hospital seemed all too familiar to her.
Her eyes turned to the man lying on the bed...
She finally understood why Irene Morton had said, if she saw what Asher Land looked like, could she handle it?
The Asher Land before her was no longer the proud, spirited man he once was in front of her.
He wore a hospital gown with light blue stripes on a white background. Under the loose gown, his body appeared somewhat emaciated, his complexion pale, his lips chapped. Overnight, he truly looked much more haggard.
A needle was inserted into the back of his hand, as medicine flowed into his body through the tube.
"Sister Sophie, what you're seeing now is Brother Asher already looking 'pretty good'. If it were four years ago..."
