I got through the small talk with my family, but I didn’t actually start to feel better until I saw him. I knew I’d run into him sooner or later, after all, he worked at the hospital, but he was on his way to see a patient, armfuls of blankets and IV supplies. He nodded to me, a smile and a promise of later, probably with sympathy and cake for my broken self, and headed off down the hallway. I grinned, which hurt, but I’d always thought that his butt looked fucking fantastic in scrubs.
“So what