Yes, Nathan still didn't recognize her accent but he figured that might be because of the disease that was slowly killing him. It was sapping his intelligence (which is why he'd been sent home from his job helping those in need in Kenya) and making him partially deaf. He felt like half a man. If his tear ducts worked (the disease had taken those too), he would have cried.

"Helping those who needed it," he said, sighing. "I'm a doctor, ma'am. But, I'm not one of those high priced doctors who wants to put bandaids on the common cold. I want to be where the real help's needed. That's where it's truly rewarding."

Nathan would surely barf when this was all over. For now, he was smiling pleasantly at her and trying to cover up the pain that was racking his slowly dying body. He wanted more time.