Chapter 22

• Me… well, I’m just plain horrified—horrified that a man I met five years ago for a period of twelve hours still has the ability to make me feel the way I am feeling at this moment.
• This is the opposite of professionalism—this is loserism.
• We continue to walk around the ward, and for some reason I begin to feel annoyed with him. Everyone in this hospital idolizes him like he’s a damn rock star. He’s gorgeous, smart, witty… and he didn’t fucking call me. En-route to another ward, he stops to talk to another doctor walking in the opposite direction as they cross paths.