My husband was brought to the hospital after nearly passing out at work. I arrived still wearing my nursing scrubs and gave the receptionist my name as his wife. She looked at the chart and said, “We already called Dana Bell, his emergency contact.” I had been married to Declan nine years. I had never heard that name.
The woman on Declan’s chart was Dana Bell. I found that out because she walked into the room carrying his phone charger, reading glasses, and the gray sweatshirt he always wore when hospitals got cold. She stopped when she saw me. “Oh.” I stood. “You must be Dana.” Declan closed his eyes. Dana looked at … Read more