Sheila was putting on her white coat and talking to the doctor on the day shift when Alex entered with the basket of fruits.

“My brother brought a fruit basket again today, Dr. Jones. There are too many. I can’t even finish them. I get scared whenever I see someone bringing a fruit basket for me now.

“Please help me clear some of them. Here’s one for you.

“I’ve had my butler distribute the rest to other medical staff.”

The other doctor smiled. “It feels like you’re opening a fruit stall in