I’m sitting in an examination room, drinking a machine-dispensed cappuccino, waiting patiently to find out how my loved one is doing. Will he be okay? Is he scared? When can I see him? I had a normal…

I’m sitting in an examination room, drinking a machine-dispensed cappuccino, waiting patiently to find out how my loved one is doing. Will he be okay? Is he scared? When can I see him? I had a normal…