He found peace in the steady hum of the machines, practicing lines in his head to get the conversation started.
It was so cliche. They’d never really talked. Now death was near, and they’d have their moment. A real conversation. Things long sensed but never confirmed. This was his chance. A son who wanted his father’s approval. He sensed it was finally near. A new nurse entered the room. Shift change. She forced a smile, introduced herself.
“When do you think he’ll be able to talk?”
“Talk? I’m sorry. I think the doctor will be here soon to discuss final decisions.”