[ TT ] A deadly fever sweeps through the kingdom . The king 's physician must tell his leige that his only remaining son and heir has the fever .

I've been prepare for this. They'd thought us how to deliver bad news in the college. The correct words to use. The correct words not to use. The emotion in our voice. That it was alright to tear up but not to howl and anguish. That a hand on the shoulder may be acceptable at some times, and that a hug might be acceptable at others. It did n't make it any easier. It was never easy. It would never be easy for the physician, but our job is n't to make things better for ourselves but for our patients and their families. 
 
 With the right words, the right inflections, the right gestures, perhaps we could make things that tiny bit more acceptable in a world where I could not cure all who passed through my doors. This was all I could do, now. All the healing I could give. 
 
 `` I'm sorry.''
