Tom Blake entered the hospital coughing into his hankee. He was 81 years old, it wasn't time to give up yet. His skin had a faint tent of green and he was starting to get a few bumps on his skin. This was most likely Dragon pox but he needed to be for sure. His son and daughter in law should be coming to assist him any moment but, he didn't think he wanted them to know. His silver hair laid flat on his
head, or what was left of it. He went to the front desk.
"May I have some assistance?" Tom question heaving once more.
head, or what was left of it. He went to the front desk.
"May I have some assistance?" Tom question heaving once more.