The doctor, Edyta Tarkowska, left the diagnostic room and saw three concerned men in front of her, one of whom was so concerned and pale, as if he needed medical attention in a moment.
At the sight of him, the young doctor's heart tightened with pain and sympathy.
She smiled at him. The regulations forbade revealing the details of the patient's health or allowing anyone other than the closest family and the police to visit him at that moment, but she knew that this tall blond man with a beaming gaze was for Śliwiński something more than an ordinary acquaintance. After all, her patient had made it clear that he would not agree to any sedatives or sleeping pills until he saw his friend.
