Watcher at the Edge of the Abyss

A night shift nurse in a hospital in New York has seen too many broken souls. Until that day, a policeman who lost his wife in an accident was pushed into the ward with empty eyes and refused all treatment. She sat by his bed every night, saying nothing, just holding his hand. "You're going to be fine," she whispered, "I'll be your antidote." He held her hand for the first time in months. This is a story about post-traumatic healing - on the edge of the abyss of despair, someone is willing to accompany you and pull you back bit by bit.