LISA I was pouring cereal when I heard Brian’s door open. Great he’s ready for work again. He stepped out wearing a blue pants, a white shirt halfway buttoned, tie hanging untied around his neck, struggling to tie it as he’s hurrying. God. I would have rushed to help him, but I definitely didn’t want to let him go to the hospital this morning. I mean it’s not all about work work and work. He reached for his keys. “Alright, I’ll be back by four. I have an early rotation at the hospital.” I blinked. Nope. Not today. I walked in front of him and pressed my hand against the door handle before he could turn it. “You,” I said, lifting my chin, “are not going anywhere.” He blinked. “What?” “You heard me.” I folded my arms. “You need a break.” “A break?” His lips twitched. “Lisa, I have surgeries…” “Nope,” I cut him off, grabbing the keys from his hand. “Today is Brian’s rest day. Ordered by me.” He stared at me like I had just declared war on the medi
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