Palliative care, or as some people know it as “End of Life Care”. Tristen, now known as Travis in his new life is a CareGiver in End of Life section, and today was his first day. Travis walked in with a mix of nervousness and determination.

“Travis, I am putting you in hall Two, your Patient will be in Room 215. Her Name is Perdita.” The Lead Nurse Dillion instructed. Walking down the hall, Travis’s head was rushing with thoughts and emotions.

”Will she be happy that I am assigned to her? Will she be nice? What if she is so close to death that I wont know what to do?” Questions that would soon be answered. Her File was placed in a slot just outside her door. He read her file very closely. Cancer is in her body all over and she is in her final stages with nothing to be done. She also has dementia. Memory of her past life ripped from her and she has no control over it.

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“It is my duty to make sure she is happy in her final days.”

As he pushed open the door, he saw Perdita lying in her bed pale and very thin. She looked like a ghost with her skin so white and eyes sunk in. The soft light filtering through the curtains painted a serene portrait, belying the storm of emotions within him. With a quiet step, he settled into a chair beside her, watching her chest rise and fall rhythmically as she slept. It was a scene that evoked a sense of tenderness within him, and he vowed to be a steady presence in her life.

Her eye open briefly catching a glimpse of him sitting beside her.

”Hello Perdita, my name is Travis.” He introduced, seeing her smile.

”Hello Travis, I can tell we will get along well.”