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.His dark eyes pleaded with her to do as he asked.The emergency room of St.Timothy's Hospital in San Francisco was not the place for card tricks.But Natalie had learned in the past three years of her residency that healing wasn't always about medicine, and patient visits weren't always about being sick.Sometimes they were just about being old and lonely.So she did what he'd asked -- she picked a card.It was the ace of spades.The death card.A chill ran through her."Don't tell me what it is, Dr.Bishop.Just hold it in your hand." Mr.Jensen closed his eyes and began to mutter something under his breath.Natalie had a sudden urge to throw the card down on the bed, which was ridiculous.She wasn't superstitious.She didn't believe in card tricks, hocus pocus, or any other kind of magic.She didn't believe in anything that couldn't be scientifically proven.The ace of spades was just a card.If she were playing poker or blackjack, she'd be excited to have it.Mr.Jensen's eyes flew open and he stared at her as if he'd never seen her before."The dark ace.Spades."She swallowed hard."Good guess." Handing him back the card, she asked, "How did you know?""I felt you shiver." He met her gaze with a seriousness that made her feel even more uneasy."You're afraid.""No, I'm not." She didn't have time to be afraid.She was a medical resident working double shifts most days.She was overworked, overtired, and stressed to the max.She didn't have the energy to be scared.Except that she was scared.She was terrified that something would go wrong at this late date, that with only a month to go on her residency, after years of struggling against almost insurmountable odds to become a doctor, she would somehow fail.And failure wasn't an option.Her career was her life."Something bad is coming," the old man continued."I can feel it in my bones.And these old bones have never been wrong.""I don't know what you're talking about.Why don't you let me listen to your heart?" Natalie placed her stethoscope on his chest and listened to the steady beating of his heart.It sounded fine.Hers, on the other hand, was pounding against her rib cage.Too much caffeine, she told herself, nothing more than that."Your heart sounds good," she said, focusing her mind on the present."Are you having any pain?""Not anymore."Natalie wasn't surprised.Mr.Jensen was a regular in the ER, and by now they both knew the drill."What did you have for lunch?""Pepperoni pizza."She had suspected as much."I think we found our culprit.Was it a burning pain right about here?" she asked, putting her hand on his chest.He nodded."Yes, that's it exactly.""Sounds like the same indigestion you had last week and the week before.It's time to stop eating pizza, Mr.Jensen." She pulled out her prescription pad."I can give you something to help with your digestion, but you really need to work on changing your diet.""Maybe I should wait here for a while, make sure it doesn't come back."Natalie knew she should send him on his way.There was nothing physically wrong with him, and they would no doubt need the bed in the next few hours.It was Friday after all, a perfect night for madness and mayhem.But Mr.Jensen was almost eighty years old and lived alone.He probably needed company more than medical treatment.Don't get involved, she told herself.Emergency medicine was about fixing specific problems, not getting emotionally involved with the patients.That's why she'd chosen the specialty.She was good at the quick fix but bad at personal relationships."I can show you another trick," Mr.Jensen offered, fanning the cards with his hand."I used to be a magician, you know, a good one, too.I once worked in Las Vegas.""I've never been to Vegas.""And you don't believe in magic," he said with a sigh."No, I don't."He tilted his head, considering her with wise old eyes that made her nervous."When did you stop believing?""I don't know what you mean.""In Santa Claus and the tooth fairy and leprechauns.""I never believed in those things.""Never? Not even when you were a little girl?" he asked in amazement.She opened her mouth to tell him she'd never really been a little girl, when an image of herself in a long pink nightgown came into her head.She couldn't have been more than seven.Her dad had swept her up into his arms so she could hang her stocking over the fireplace and they'd put out chocolate-chip cookies for Santa Claus.It was their last Christmas together.A wave of grief hit her hard.She'd almost forgotten.And she didn't know which was worse -- that she'd almost forgotten or that she'd remembered.Natalie looked down at the prescription pad in her hand and forced herself to finish writing.She ripped off the paper and handed it to him."This should do the trick.""I don't think I feel well enough to leave yet," he said slowly, putting a hand to his chest.His lonely eyes pleaded with her to understand.And she did.She knew the old man lived on his own, and she knew how hard it was to be alone.But the attending physician was a fanatic about hospital policies, which always involved moving the patients along as quickly as possible, and he'd love having a reason to call her on the carpet.One more month, she told herself.She had to finish her residency.She could worry about changing hospital policies later.Still."You know," she said, the cards in his hand catching her eye, "I bet there are some kids up in pediatrics who would love to see some card tricks.Why don't I send one of the volunteers in, and if you're feeling up to it, she can take you upstairs and put you to work."A smile lifted the corners of his mouth."That sounds good.Thank you, Dr.Bishop.""No problem." Natalie walked out of the room and down the hall, stopping at the nurse's station to drop off his chart and ask the nurse to find someone to take Mr.Jensen up to pediatrics."He worked you good," Gloria, the charge nurse, told her, a knowing glint in her experienced eyes.Natalie shrugged."It's a win-win situation.The kids will love his tricks, and he'll have someone to talk to.Maybe he can volunteer upstairs and we'll see less of him down here.""You're trying to stop the dam from breaking with your little finger.There are a hundred more just like Mr.Jensen who come in here every week -- are you going to send them all to pediatrics?""Only if they can do magic tricks.Do I have time for a break?" she asked, checking the board on the wall."A short one," Gloria replied."You know where to find me." Natalie headed down the hall to the break room.A lone medical student, Karen Gregg, was eating a sandwich in front of the small television.She put up a hand to shush Natalie when she started to say hello.Natalie glanced at the screen, wondering what was so intriguing.It appeared to be one of those book shows with a man seated at a desk in a bookstore, a hardcover novel displayed next to him.The title of the book was Fallen Angel and the author was Garrett Malone, a man in his forties with a thick beard, studious eyeglasses, and a serious expression.She was about to turn away when she heard his voice.It was oddly familiar.Or maybe it was his words that resounded in her memory
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