Unexpected tragedy

Catherine’s POV

“Good morning, Dr Williams,” Mrs Helton, the mother of my latest patient, a seven-year old boy, greeted me as I strolled to their side of the ward.

Her son however was unconscious, with a knitted blanket covering his small body. He was yet to regain his consciousness after three days.

The boy was a victim of a hit and run. His skull had been mildly fractured in the accident. Till now, the driver was yet to be found and I couldn't help but feel bad.

Thankfully, his wounds were healing at a faster rate than I had initially expected, which quenched some of my worries.

Beaming, I responded. “Morning, Mrs Helton. I presume you are doing well today.”

“Very well at that,” She nodded in agreement. “My son is awake and has the appetite of a child who was starved by a wicked stepmother and I can't be any happier or relieved. Thanks a lot, Dr Williams. You are the best.”

“You are welcome, Mrs Helton,” I replied. “However, I want you to know that you don't have to thank me at all