I Left You in the Past
Before I was wheeled into surgery, the nurse kept urging me to call a family member.
At last, a delivery runner rushed into my ward, out of breath.
"Hello, Ms. Wexler. Mr. Adrian Prescott placed an order for me to accompany you through surgery in Ward 907."
My phone buzzed twice with a new notification.
I lowered my head and saw Sophie Lane's latest post.
"Caught a cold and sounded a little stuffy, and Mr. Prescott noticed right away. He insisted on taking me to the doctor and even made ginger tea for me. So spicy, but so sweet."
The picture showed a tall, lean man with his shirt sleeves rolled up, pouring ginger tea from a saucepan into a thermos. His eyes were focused and gentle.
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