The hallway was so quiet that I could hear the soft drip of the IV.Rebecca’s tears fell even faster, but she said nothing.“Take care of yourself.”I turned and walked away.A very soft “I’m sorry” came from behind me.I didn’t look back.Rebecca was discharged from the hospital.Sophie came to pick her up.I heard it from one of the nurses at the nurses’ station.On New Year’s Eve, Lily was on duty.She sent me a photo of the hospital cafeteria’s holiday dinner: four dishes and a soup—roast chicken, glazed ham, sautéed vegetables, garden salad, and chicken noodle soup.The caption read: “Happy New Year, Eliana! The cafeteria chef really outdid himself today!”I sent her a red envelope.She didn’t accept it.She said, “I got my paycheck. I sent $5,000 home for the New Year, and my mom was thrilled. Eliana, let me save up a little more, and I’ll treat you to a nice meal.”I smiled at her message.In March, Sophie’s clinical residency rotation entered a new stage.She b
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