A question hung in the air.

What now?

The doctor reminded himself inwardly to remain impassive but concerned. He knew the answer to the question. They knew the answer as well. He could only hope she didn’t ask the other question.

“Is there…” Mrs. Harper faltered without looking up, “Is there nothing…nothing you can do?”

Before the beleaguered doctor could answer, Roger let out a huff, “You know damn well there’s nothing he can…I mean, there’s nothing…” He looked down at the card, whimpering to himself as much as to his wife, “There’s nothing. Nothing at all.”

“You bastard,” was her only answer, though it remained unclear to whom it was addressed.

Seeing an opportunity, the doctor said officially, “You may say good bye, through the glass, of course.”

“And then?” Roger whispered hoarsely.

The doctor nodded sanguinely, “Then we proceed. It’s best to not think about it.” He cut off Mrs. Harper’s questioning glance, “Our hospital pastor will meet you by the containment area.”