Time rushes past me like water on my ankles.
I memorize every pathology, every genetic mutation, every twisting metabolic pathway, thinking of you. I weave through the networks of hormones and enzymes lost in wonder by the magnificence of it all, wondering which piece will be awry in you. My fumbling hands and young ears keep straining to learn the language your body will speak to me. I wrap myself in my world of diseases for you – the patient waiting for me at the end of it all. I don’t know you yet, but I do all of this for you. I will be there for you. Because every time I have needed you,
you are there for me.