11. Hi.
''Hi.''
A week had passed since that evening.
''Hi.''
He walked in her office, closing the distance between them. They hadn't ignored each other at work but kept it professional. It hadn't worked out that well.
''Patient is unstable, we need a room in the ICU.''
''I'll see what I can do.''
''OK.''
''I'll get back to you.''
''If it's before my patient dies, I'll be glad.''
''Sure. You're finished?''
''I am finished. Was gonna go.''
''You're not. I want us to talk.''
''Pointless. For now.''
They stared at each other for a long moment.
''Okay.''
He watched her touching distractedly her five months baby bump, like she always did when she was insecure; he wondered if she was aware of that. He wanted to touch it, too. He would've if the circumstances were different. Instead, he nodded and limped out of the office.