A week later, Marc got a call on his day off. “Hello.”
“Mark, this is Maria, the secretary for the emergency room.”
Marc’s heart jolted. Was something wrong with Adam or another friend? Maybe Autumn. He knew better than to jump to conclusions. “How can I help you?”
“Phil Robillard, one of the ER nurses, is going home sick. We’re really short, and he suggested I call you to finish his shift. You’re ER certified, right?”
He nodded. “Yes. I can do it. If traffic is good, I can be there in about twenty-seven minutes.”
“Twenty-seven?”
He smirked to himself. “That’s an estimate. It could be twenty-one point five minutes.” He loved being silly or offbeat sometimes.
Maria got it and laughed. “Thank you, Ensign. See you soon.”
Marc trotted in as two ambulances arrived. He and others got to
