EVAN
I am a mess, but I couldn’t care less about my appearance, for it’s Evan that I wanted to see.
Nate is wearing his gown, and a stethoscope clung around his neck. I presume he’s a resident doctor here. “Can you help me?”
His demeanor didn’t change at all. Age only enhanced his charisma further, and the way he brought himself remained the same. Powerful and commanding, yet the friendly smile he had on balanced everything. He’s grinning as if he’s damn glad to see me. In my current state, only knowing that Evan is out of danger will bring a smile to my face.
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