The man stared at him in shock and raised a hand on instinct, pointing straight at Timothy as he murmured, "Are you Timothy Malone?"
A nameless embarrassment swallowed Timothy whole, and he stammered out an apology before he bolted from the room.
The patient behind him reacted as though he had stumbled onto some earth-shattering secret, and he said, "Timothy... has a kid now?"
Timothy pulled the door shut in a fluster and turned to study the nameplate beside it. Once he confirmed that the name printed there wasn't Nancy, he walked straight toward the nurses' station.
"Wasn't the patient in Room 302 supposed to be a young girl? Why is there a grown man in there?"
How completely Timothy had buried his face behind the mask lent him a faintly mysterious air.
What that mystery stirred in
