Chapter 22
The rest of the shift after Richard Black’s visit felt like I was moving through thick fog. My body was on autopilot — checking vitals, updating charts, answering call lights — but my mind kept replaying his words on a loop. I did not expect someone quite so full-figured. Some matches simply do not make sense. Every time I moved, I became painfully aware of my soft belly pressing against my scrubs, my thick thighs rubbing together, my heavy breasts straining the fabric. I felt huge. Unwanted. Out of place.
I avoided Ethan completely. Every time he tried to get close, I found a reason to be busy somewhere else. Ryan Hayes noticed something was off and checked on me a couple times, but I kept our conversations short. I just wanted the day to end so I could go home and hide.
But
