Trigvey stood outside the hospital, looking up into a rainy sky. Water ran off his face, dripping down the back of his scrubs and drenching the front.
“Dr. Taylor, we need you,” the nurse called from inside.
“Yes, I know.” But he didn’t move.
He should go home to his empty apartment. It least there he would make no mistakes.
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This is an echo of a scene in Moving In
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