Several hours later, I found my new patient angrily snapping photos with a disposable camera given to her by the occupational therapist.

The following Monday, the astonished doctor found his patient out of his "death bed," joking with the nurses.

There we found our patient, still, indeed, deadly pale, but vastly recovered and already seated on a chair.

She found her patient sitting up in bed eager to talk, something which she proceeded to do without pause for some minutes.

The surgeons found their patient sitting on the edge of his bed, writing orders on a chart.

Alzheimer found his new patient sitting on a bed with a helpless expression.

He found his patient still seated in the adjoining room.

The physicians immediately made a house call and found their patient in severe pain.

He found the doctor and his young patient in a small exam room near the back of the hospital.

Her eyes sought and in the same moment found her patient.