Don't Drink Bees

The reverend mopped the river of sweat that was coursing his right temple and consulted his notepad a second time. "Room 302." He stared at the gleaming numbers on the door before him.

"May I help you?" The soft voice from behind startled him. Todd turned to the voice's owner. Her badge said her name was Angie. Her face was round, warm, eager to help. A nurse.

"No, thanks. I think I've found it." He forced a smile. "One of my parishioners is in there. Requested a visit. I've never met him. Believe it or not, it's my first church assignment, first day."

"Mine, too. I guess it doesn't matter what you do, you still get nervous. No matter who your boss is." Her eyes twinkled.

"Yes," he agreed.

"I'll take you in," Angie said. "Pave the way." She opened the door and strode into the room. "Good morning. You have a visitor."

Todd said a quick prayer and followed her in. "Hello, James. I'm Reverend Todd Simon, the new pastor at St. Paul's. I heard that you wanted to see me."

The patient's eyes fluttered. Sharp grey eyes peered out of a long, thin face. "No," he tried to say, but the words only echoed in his own head.

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