...Just Got Over Him...

I met this patient in the hospital, just after my breakup. He was there for a routine checkup but looked so lost and alone that I couldn't help feeling drawn to him. We started talking more often between shifts, just casually, about our lives and what we wanted out of them. There was an unspoken tension...a connection that neither of us ignored. One night after work, under the pretense of a 'late-night shift debrief,' we ended up in my office...kissing fervently...it felt like an escape from reality, but also an acknowledgment that maybe there's someone out there for me again...who understands me, who cares.