After I sent Kevin a text message, he didn't contact me again. I smiled bitterly when I checked my phone and realised that, happily, thinking about where he might be now and what he was probably doing with Zoe didn't bother me too much.
The hospital remained quiet, and I started to feel tired. My colleagues had grown accustomed to seeing me do overtime, but I didn't want to be questioned why I stayed when there wasn't much to do.
I checked my pager to ensure it was on before walking to my office, which I hadn't visited in a while. Inside, there was a leather sofa, and I was about to lie down for some rest. However, as I approached, I recalled the scene when I unexpectedly stepped in and found Kevin sitting there, massaging Zoe's feet.
I rolled my eyes and felt grateful for having kept a
