His Doctor Luna
I tried to convince everyone that I was ready to come back in and a very jolly Cinda told me, “you’re request to return to work is denied, you must take another sick day.”
I hung up the phone with a smile on my face, thinking about the new relationships I was forming at the hospital. That place was feeling like home, too.
I found Lucas in the hallway outside my room.
“Good morning, soldier,” I said, as if it was his nickname.
Lucas was military stalk, for generations. In his blood and bones, a fearsome warrior and extraordinary tactician. And as Beta to Dominic, he took his job very seriously.
“Good morning, Doctor,” he responded, using the name he always called me. “How did you sleep?”