The next morning, she was back on her regular floor. Andy was working and she took another stab at trying to get information out of him, but he didn’t budge. Now he pretended like he didn’t know what she was talking about—like she had hallucinated the whole thing. Maybe he thought ignoring it long enough would make it go away.
Teasing Andy hadn’t lost its charm yet, but she decided to let it go. It worked best in small doses. She was standing at the counter of the nurses' station, searching through a chart for an order when someone came up beside her.
She turned to find a tall man with short hair and gray eyes. He was well-built but not overly so. He donned a maroon scrub with a taped-on decorated walker propped against the side of the counter.
He smiled down at her. “Hey. Are you Irene
