As expected, I worked myself right back into the hospital.
This time, my attending physician had changed. The name tag read *Dr. Simmons*.
"Did you bring your previous medical records?"
I handed over the file. He looked up. His eyes widened.
"Is there a problem, Doctor?"
"Senior Sister Fiona?"
"You know me?"
"Same year as Dr. Preston." A polite smile played on his lips. "Followed Senior Brother Adrian on a few projects too. You might not remember me. Mason Simmons."
The world really was too small.
...
Three days in the hospital. Neither Adrian nor Zoe appeared.
According to the nurses, they were away on a business trip.
Bored in my ward, I watched the TV mounted on the wall. An interview program was airing.
Adrian's face filled the screen.
"Being able to win this honor... I owe everything to my wife."
"She suffers from congenital heart disease." His voice dripped with rehearsed sincerity. "For her sake, I am willing to devote my entire life to cardiac surgery."
The same rhetoric.
Nauseating.
The nurse adjusting my IV drip sighed dreamily. "Miss Fiona, you are so blessed. Dr. Farley treats you so well."