The next morning, Kate slept wrapped around Bastien, who held her tightly against his chest. A throat clear woke them.

— I hope I’m not disturbing you —said the doctor with a smile.

Bastien stretched and rubbed his eyes while Kate remained asleep.

— Doctor, tell me, how did the patient sleep?

— Well, she slept through the night.

— Excellent —the doctor said as he checked the IV drip—. This is the last one. I’ll send a nurse to remove the line. Once the drip finishes, you can leave.

— Thank you, doctor. And the payment?

— Oh, that’s done when you sign the discharge form.

— Doctor, I’d like to make a donation to the hospital. How do I do that?

— Just email the hospital's address. Here’s a card —the doctor handed him one—. Send your request there. You can donate starting from 100 dollars.

— I’d like to donate obstetric equipment… and create an oncology ward.

The doctor’s eyes widened.

— That’s a substantial donation.

— Nothing is enough to thank the team for caring for my wife. And you’v