The rest of my shift dragged on, checking vitals, updating charts, engaging with patients and dodging Kelly’s curious glances but my mind was focused on something else.
By 11:45 p.m., I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed a wheelchair from the supply room and headed to his room.
Brad was sitting up on the bed, waiting, a wicked grin plastered on his face. “Ready for our adventure?”
“Shh,” I said, helping him into the chair. “I know your leg’s stronger, but let's not push it.”
“It’s good enough,” he said, winking. “Let’s move.”
We took the elevator, the tension amplifying between us in the silence. The rooftop door creaked as I pushed it open, the cool night air hitting us. I wheeled Brad to the secluded spot and locked the chair.
“Free at last,” he said, pulling me onto his lap. “No
