MORGAN'S POV:
"Morgan, you can't be doing this right now."
My voice was as shaky as my hands right now. "I have to," I said, brushing through my hair hastily. "I have to leave. Now. I can't stay here any longer." I dropped the brush on the bed and picked up a small pocket mirror. My eyes shone with tears, tears that I would not let fall no matter what the hell happens.
"Morgan, it's two am. It's dark out there and it's not safe."
I swerved around and met Winston's eyes. Deep down I felt really guilty right now. He just finished an eighteen hour surgery, he shouldn't have to deal with me right now. His eyes are dull, and there's dark circles under his eyes. He has barely gotten the time to change out of his scrubs and into his day clothes before the nurse ran out, calling his attention
