The Visitor.
The room was small. In it were a bed, chair, night table, bedside rug, and a Bookshelf. Drab grey curtains hung at the lone window. Derrick sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the paper in his hand. The type written note said POSITIVE. The radio next door was playing loudly as usual. He rubbed his forehead and stood up as the scalding tears ran down his gaunt face. A moan escaped his mouth. He went on the…