I wink at a nurse assistant pushing a cart around the corner. As I pass by an open door, I notice a familiar person inside.
I take a moment to compose myself.
Stepping in, I find Griffin placing labels on vials of blood.
"Hey, what's up?" I greet.
"Not much. Just finished drawing some blood for one of the patients' morning lab work; I'm about to send it. What about you?"
"Helped Stahort with a bronchoscopy."
"Nice..."
"Yup..."
I follow him past the Chief of Surgery's office and into an empty conference room. He starts shuffling some papers around, obviously desperate to shake me off.
I step up behind him, resting my hands lightly on his hips, and he swallows thickly.
"I-I'm still seeing her..."
Scoffing, I turn him around.
"Have you seen me?"
Snapping, he pulls my face in for a frantic kiss. It's a fierce and passionate duel, tongues enmeshed and teeth gnashing and hands gripping hair.