Me and Kari (probably someone's mom #5) snuck down to the cafeteria. We bought coconut creme pie slices and nursed coffee even after it got cold. Kari was pretty evasive but did like talking about her rescues, Ollie and Winnie, two welsh corgis. She had a watery smile and her thin brown hair was always pulled back into a pink scrunchie.
I told her about the mystery transporter. She told me she did remember him, nodding adamantly, breaking open another Sweet N' Low packet. She said he reminded her a lot of Tom Selleck. Tom is all handle bar mustache and mystery transporter definitely did not have one. I shouldn't be surprised, Kari spends most of her time staring at her shoes. I smiled back, anyway, and squeezed her hand.
Fuck with my bedside manner, Dr. Trudeau.

No, he had rich tan skin almost identical to his scrubs. A lantern jaw that was long and angular. Dark brown hair and light intent eyes.

Whatever it doesn't matter. There's no point in hoping you see someone who might be looking at you or for you. But probably neither.

Nurse Deborah ended up finding us. I shirked back to the Business Room as soon as she left me in my room.

1 new visitor request from my sister. I responded to Lena instead.

Thank you so much for reaching out, Lena! I am currently two weeks into treatment and doing much better. My therapist, Dr. Carey anticipates an early release and I feel equipped with the right strategies to work through my anxiety once I return home. Your concern is truly appreciated and I can't wait to return to work. I truly miss it.

Sincerely,
Emily Mooring

No harm in making her feel a little guilty before she tells me my position has been downsized...to nothing.