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Michael
“You didn’t happen to see Spencer at the nurses’ station?”
Sneaky dropped my hand and laid hers on my forehead. She bit her lower lip, and I already knew the answer before she could say it.
“No, but remember he works in the ER, so he might be, you know, busy or something.” She glanced out the window then sat in the chair next to the hospital bed.
“Maybe I should rephrase that. Have you seen him at all today?” I asked, my voice flat. She shook her head.
“Michael, I have no idea what’s going on his head. He slipped out last night, and I haven’t seen him since. I almost knocked on his door before I came today, but I felt that might be overstepping a boundary or something.”
“When has that ever stopped you before?” I muttered, feeling numb inside. Spencer hadn’t shown up. By n
