Fear and medicine – friend, foe, natural bedfellow?

Juliet entered the ward expecting a normal, busy day. But the face of her colleague Nethmi who met her by the nurses’ station told her that something was up. “What?” asked Juliet, responding to Nethmi's wordless warning. “Mr Peterson. Bed 19. They took his vascath out last night.” “So?” “Did you tell the nurse to... Continue Reading →

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