You Gain One, You Lose One
I double over in pain after assisting Adrian Randall with a late-night operation. He immediately carries me to a ward to check on me. However, before he can do that, he receives a call from a patient and hurries off.
That night, I miscarry.
When I come out of the operating theater, I see his childhood friend's social media update. She's shared a photo of her baby bump.
"He hurried to come to my side just because I was lost. You have to treat Adrian well in the future, my darling!"
I rub my belly, which throbs with a dull ache. I don't cry and demand an explanation from Adrian as I would have in the past. Instead, I like the post and apply for a position on the Borderless Medical Assistance Program.
The day I leave, the high and mighty Dr. Randall looks at me with red-rimmed eyes. He asks, "How can you bear to leave me behind?"