Howie got dressed in the bathroom and noticed Mary’s hair clip still in his hair. He laughed and placed it on the sink. When he was satisfied, he went to wait in the living room for Mary. She emerged after about twenty minutes. “Wow, you’re stunning...”
“Thank you, Howard.”
He took her hand and kissed it. “Ready?”
“Sure am.”
He grabbed his surprise - a picnic basket, and her keys. He escorted her to the door and locked it. At her car, he unlocked the passenger door and held it open for her. He closed it and went to the driver’s side. Putting the picnic basket in the back seat, he climbed in and put on his seat belt.
“Where are we going?”
“That’s just another part of the surprise, my dear.” He pulled something from his pocket. “Still trust me?” Mary nodded. “Good.” He slipped a blindfold over her eyes.
After about 20 minutes, Mary felt the car slow to a stop. “Are you ready for your surprise, darling?” Mary nodded once again. Howie climbed out of the car with the picnic basket and opened Mary’s door, helping her out. They walked for a little bit, when Howie stopped. “Wait right here,” he said, kissing her cheek. After a moment, he tugged at her blindfold. “And here’s you’re surprise, my dear.”
Mary stood wide-eyed in amazement. “Howard, it’s beautiful...” Howie had driven her to a secluded park and set up a picnic dinner, candles included. Soft music played from a small radio.
“Dinner, my dear, is served.” He led her to the blanket he had set up and sat her down. “To start, a small salad,” he said, pulling two small containers from the basket. “I thought you might have liked French dressing; it was the only thing in your fridge.”
“I do, and it looks great, Howard.” They ate their salads and made small talk. “That was wonderful.”
“Thank you. Now, for the main course, spagetti and meat balls.”
“I had all of this in my kitchen?”
“You sure did, darling. Oh, I almost forgot drinks.” Howie turned to the picnic basket and pulled out two wine flutes. He then pulled out a bottle wine. “While you were asleep, I went to the store down the road,” he explained while pouring the wine. He handed a glass to her and held his up. “To this night,” he toasted.
“May it never end.” They toasted to dinner, to the night, and to each other. “This is absolutely wonderful, Howard, I don’t know what I did to deserve all this, but I better do it more often.”
“You were just being yourself. For taking care of me, taking me in... I wanted to repay you.”
After the spagetti, Howie cleared the blanket. “I would have brought dessert, but it would have gotten cold,” he explained.
“Being here with you is enough dessert for me.”
Howie motioned Mary to move closer to him. She did and he put his arm around her. “Now, this is just one more part of your surprise.” He pointed to the sky, to the beautiful setting sun.
“It’s all so beautiful, Howard...”
Howie put his hand to her cheek and turned her to face him. “You’re beautiful, Mary.” Just as the last sliver of the sun set beyond the horizon, Howie softly pressed his lips against Mary’s, lightning shooting through both their bodies.
“All right...” Mary agreed, almost sadly. Howie pulled her from the ground and held her tightly. “Thank you for tonight,” she whispered.
“No, Mary, thank you.” He kissed her softly and they packed up the remnants of the evening.
Upon reaching the car, Howie unlocked both of their doors. He noticed his cell phone on the dashboard and picked it up. “Fifteen calls?” He quickly scanned through the numbers, most of them AJ’s, four from Kevin, two from Brian, and one from Nick.
“Looks like you made them nervous, Howard.”
“Their own fault. Left me with no keys. How am I supposed to show a beautiful woman our house if I have no keys?” They both giggled for a minute.
“You think I’m beautiful?”
“Of course, my darling. You’re as... no, no, more beautiful than tonight.” Howie took Mary’s hand in his and pulled her close, kissing her softly.
“You know, if you keep doing that,” Mary started breathlessly, “you’re going to make me fall in love with you.”
“Is that so bad?”
“I wouldn’t mind.” She put her hand to his cheek and kissed him again. “But your friends are probably worried about you.”
“Yeah...” He sighed and dialed AJ’s number. “Hey Bone... Bone, calm down, I’m all right, honest... Bone, y’all locked me out of the house... I’m fine, I stayed with a beautiful woman I met at the hospital... Yes, beautiful woman... The girl from Pa & Ma’s, the one that was singing... Yeah, the one with the voice... Bone, Bone, listen, you want to talk to her?... All right, hang on...” He looked at Mary and covered the mouthpiece. “He wants to talk to you.”
“I noticed,” she smiled and took the phone. “Oh yeah, what’s his name?”
“He’s AJ.”
“AJ? Hi, I’m with Howard... Yes I called him Howard... What does it matter what I’m wearing?... All right, a tight black leather body suit...” She laughed as Howie looked at her. “Gotta give him something to think,” she whispered. “Wait, wait, what?...
You talk that over with Howard... I’ll think about it... Yes, if I do, I’ll be wearing this... All right, all right, here’s Howard.”
“Yo, Bone?... She’s okay with it?... All right, we’ll be over in a bit... Later.” Howie hung up the phone. “So, movies at my place?”
“Sounds good to me.”
“And that tight leather body suit sounds good to me...” he whispered, pulling Mary closer. He softly kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear.
“Howard, we... should... go....” Mary turned to face him and kissed him passionately. When they cooled, the pulled apart slightly. “You know, Howard, I don’t do that on a first date. Pogo doesn’t let me.”
“No harm, darling. We have all our lives.”
Howie held Mary’s hand the whole way back to her place. They decided to get changed instead of showing up in their date gear. “Howie! You ready?” Mary called from the kitchen.
“Yeah, coming...” he replied, hopping back into his shoe. “Thank your grandfather for his clothes tonight. They fit pretty good.”
“And you looked great in them, Howard. I think he’s happy that someone will get some use out of them. Now, let’s get going...” she groaned as she pulled him towards the door. “I’ll be back later, Pogo!” she called behind her and shut the door.
“Damn, D, what was that for?” Nick asked.
“We have a guest, that’s why.”
“Guest? Where is she?” someone called from down the hall. Running footsteps were heard. Mary turned around just in time for AJ to smack right into her. They both fell to the floor. All of the guys laughed. “Uhm... hi...” AJ said with a smirk.
“Hi... You must be AJ...”
“That I am... now where’s that leather body suit?”
“I changed my mind.... now, uhm.... could you get off of me?”
“Oh yeah...” AJ stood and pulled Mary up.
“Guys, this is Mary,” Howie introduced. “Mary... well you seem to know AJ already,” he laughed, “and that’s Nick, Kevin, and Brian.”
“Hi guys,” Mary greeted.
“She was my doctor in the hospital.”
Kevin stood and walked over to Mary and shook her hand. “Hey Mary. Oh yeah, D, how’s your head?”
“Still bandaged... how’d it look Mary?”
“It’ll heal. Oh, and guys, thanks for picking him up at the hospital. I had to take him to my place where he got attacked by my cat.”
“I knew we forgot something!” Nick laughed from his chair.
“Thanks, guys, really.” Once AJ was out of his way, Howie came up behind Mary and put his arms around her. “So, what are we watching?”
“There’s Something About Mary is on the TV right now... seems kinda fitting,” Brian looked up at Mary and smiled at her.
“Oh lord, I hope not.” Mary looked at AJ, “I have too many people throwing themselves at me now,” and rolled her eyes.
“Funny... You found a funny one, D.”
“I try.”
...
Everyone settled in to watch the movie. Howie sat in a large chair and pulled Mary to sit on his lap. She wrapped her arm around him and got comfortable. After Mary finished, Nick popped in Interview with the Vampire. “Oh my God, I love this movie,”
Mary said, looking at Nick. “You boys have ESP.”
“I never saw it, is it any good?” Brian asked.
“Yeah, I love it. And I think AJ will like it, there’s a naked chick in it.”
“Cool, really?”
“Calm down, Boner,” all the guys moaned in unison.
By the end of this movie, Mary was asleep on Howie’s shoulder. “Yo, D, I thought she said she loved this movie?” Kevin asked.
“Yeah, she probably does, but remember that girl in the club last night who had to leave?” Kevin nodded. “Doesn’t she look familiar?” Another nod. “Well, she worked all last night and was up all day today, all morning taking care of me, all afternoon, making
sure I was comfortable.”
“She sounds great, D.”
“She is, Kev... she really is... but I’m going to take her home so she can get some sleep.”
“Later D.”
Howie picked Mary up gently and made his way for the door. “Later, guys.” Kevin quickly followed Howie and opened the door for him and shut it behind him.
...
Howie found Mary’s keys and started her car. He carried her up the stairs into her apartment, and into her bedroom. He gently placed her on the bed and turned to shut the door. He turned back around when he heard Mary mumble something. “Hmm?”
“Please don’t go...”
“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.” He took Mary’s sandals off and covered her. He then took his own shoes off and joined her, holding her.
“Sing to me, Howard.... please...”
“Girl, I miss you, and it’s only been one day, since I’ve been away...” (“My Heart Stays With You”)
Soon Mary was asleep again. Howie gently, lovingly, ran his thumb down her cheek, brushing her hair from her face. He kissed the top of her head. “Good night, my love.” He laid back onto the pillow and closed his eyes.
“Goodnight, my Howard...”
...
The rays of early morning light poured through Mary’s bedroom window. She rubbed her eyes, vaguely remembering the night before. She tried to sit up , but something was holding her back. Looking down, she smiled at the sleeping face of Howie, his arm curled around her stomach. She looked up at the clock. “Oh shit...” she
muttered and carefully slipped from Howie’s embrace. Mary ran into the bathroom, took a quick shower, and grabbed her scrubs from the laundry pile. She didn’t care that they were dirty and smeared with Howie’s blood from the day before, she was going to be late for work.
...
Howie woke an hour later. He curled his arm around Mary even tighter. “Mary, did you forget to shave?” he mumbled when he felt a cold nose against his nose. His eyes fluttered open. “Oh, hey Pogo, where’s Mom?” Pogo jumped from the bed, satisfied that he woke Howie up. Howie turned to the clock. 11 AM. “Didn’t Mary have to work
today?”
He padded into the kitchen and tried to smooth his wrinkled clothes. A note was left on the table. “Howard, I’m sorry I had to leave. Work summons me. Please feed Pogo, I didn’t have enough time to and he’ll love you forever if you do. And give him fresh water, too. I’ll try to call around 3, that’s when my lunch break is today. If ya stay at my place, make yourself comfortable. Pogo will keep you company. Talk to you later. Love, Mary”
“Come here, Pogo, breakfast!” he called as he ran the can opener. “How you cats can eat this is beyond me...” he mumbled as the smell of the canned cat food hit him.
...
At the hospital, mail call was announced. Mary opened a small card that she received. “A thank you note? What did I do?” She quietly read the note and sighed.
“Dear Dr. Goode, Thank you so much for your excellent care of our daughter, Sarah. Since you began to care for her three years ago, we noticed her brighten up. You meant a lot to her. Thank you, again, so much, for your friendship to our daughter. We would gratefully appreciate it if you came to her Viewing Friday night, 7 PM at McGregor’s Funeral Home, 775 West St., and her Funeral, St. Joseph’s Church, Saturday, at 10 AM. Thank you again. Mr. and Mrs. David Dexter”
“Oh God, how can I do this again?” she muttered as she put the card down. “Oh damn, today’s Friday, too...”
“Dr. Goode, please report to the ER, stat.”
“Damnit, I’m really starting to hate this job...”
...
Howie flipped through the channels at Mary’s apartment, Pogo curled in his lap. At 3:15, the phone rang. He reached over the arm of the couch and picked up the cordless. “Hello?”
“Hey darlin, it’s me.”
“Hey Mary! I missed you this morning.”
“I know sweetie, I’m sorry about that, but I was summoned once again,” she sighed.
“Something wrong Mary?”
“I can’t talk about it over the phone. I’m getting off of work at 6, I have to be somewhere at 7. I would really appreciate it if you could go with me, I need the support.”
“Sure, darling, anything. Should I go home to get dressed?”
“Yeah, something more formal-like... well, not formal, but dressy, but not too dressy... oh God, wear what ya want, we’re going to a Viewing.”
“All right sweetie, I’ll be waiting here for you at 6... You sure you’re all right?”
“Yeah darlin, I’m sorry... Things are just getting to me. And could you go with me to the Funeral tomorrow too?”
“Sure, anything.”
“All right, but I gotta go, my lunch is short today since I’m leaving early. There’s a spare key in the drawer next to the sink.”
“I miss you, my dear.”
“Miss you too, Howard. Bye, you.”
“Bye...” and there was a click and silence on the other end of the line. He hung up the phone and gently petted Pogo. “What’s wrong with your Mama, Pogo?” Pogo could only purr in response.
...
Howie left about 15 minutes later, walking to his house, to find something to wear. He figured it would give him some time to think. “I wonder what’s wrong... Mary seemed.... different... over the phone. Oh God, I hope it’s not me... But how do I approach her about it?”
“Hey guys,” he greeted, walking into the house. No one was home, except for Kevin, who was sitting at the piano in the living room.
“Hey D, how things go last night?” Kevin asked, looking up from his work.
“All right, but she was gone when I woke up. She had to go to work. I’m getting a feeling that she doesn’t like her job...”
“Wasn’t Mary your doctor?”
“Yeah, but maybe it’s getting to her. She called about a half hour ago and she wants me to go to a Viewing with her tonight.”
“I don’t know D, I guess just be there for her as best you know.”
“That’s the thing, Kev, I don’t know... I don’t know her yet...”
Pogo bounded towards Mary and rubbed against her. “Pogo, what on earth did you get into?” There was a ribbon around his neck. Mary picked the cat up and sighed, “Pogo, you’re such a girlie-man, you know.” She noticed a note folded and stuck into the ribbon. She took it out and put Pogo down.
“Mary, I know you had a rough day today. Take a warm bath and relax. I’ll be waiting for you. Love, Howard”
Mary shrugged her lab coat off and kicked her shoes off. “He knows just what I need...” she thought as she walked into her bathroom. Her jaw dropped. There were white roses scattered in vases around the room, candles lit around the tub, and a bubble bath drawn. There was an open bottle of champagne next to the tub with one glass poured. “Howard, you’re going to make me fall in love with you,” she said to no one in particular.
“I wouldn’t mind that,” Howie whispered in her ear as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Now, you just relax. You look ragged.”
“Thank you, Howard. Now, let me get out of these clothes, I’m filthy.”
“Just give me a call when you’re ready and in the tub. I’ll wash up the clothes for you.”
Mary closed the door and called for Howie a few moments later. He closed his eyes and reached into a crack between the door and the frame for her clothes. He found them and quickly closed the door again. He held the scrubs in front of him, studying them. A line of blood was splattered across the front, but it looked old, dried. He somehow recognized the blood as his own. “I really am a bleeder,” he thought.
Howie sat on the edge of Mary’s bed, waiting for her. She returned from the bathroom about a half hour later, with a towel wrapped around her and one wrapped in her hair. “Howard!” she squealed when she found him on her bed, scaring her for a second.
“Sorry, I thought you’d be glad you see me.”
“I am, darling, I am...” she whispered, stepping closer to him. She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, passionately. “Thank you for everything, Howard, you’re wonderful.”
“I try...” he whispered before kissing her again, tasting the champagne on her lips. “You get ready, I’ll drive tonight.”
“All right...” Mary mumbled, almost regretful of the night ahead of them.
...
The ride to the funeral home was a silent one. “Who is it?” Howie asked.
“Little Dex... uhm... Sarah Dexter, my patient. She had the brain cancer.”
...
Mary led Howie into the funeral home and immediately spotted Sarah’s parents. They practically ran to her, hugging her. “I’m so sorry,” Mary whispered.
“Thank you,” Sarah’s mother responded. “She was very special.”
“That she was. I loved her like... like she was my sister. I hope you don’t mind, but I’m afraid that I can’t stay here for long. I have this... this... thing... with viewings.” Mary paused sadly. “Since my brother, last year.”
“Understood,” Sarah’s father said, shaking Mary’s hand. “Thanks again for making it.”
Mary led Howie up to the casket. Immediately, Mary was in tears. “She was so beautiful, Howard...”
“I know, darling, I know...”
“I can’t do this anymore...”
...
Mary and Howie left moments later, after Mary said her good-byes to her patient. Outside the funeral home, Howie finally spoke. “Let’s take a walk, huh? We can talk.”
“All right...” Mary agreed, wiping her tears. They walked hand in hand for a good while, neither saying a word. Mary was the first to break the silence. “I can’t do this anymore, Howard...”
“Do what?” He stopped and took both of her hands. “Being with me?”
“No, Howard... I can’t do my job anymore... It’s too difficult...”
“You don’t want to be a doctor anymore?” Mary silently nodded. “Let me guess, you never wanted to be a doctor?”
“It was my parents who wanted me to be the doctor... My brothers never amounted to anything and they wanted at least one successful child...”
“I understand, Mary, I do... But come on, let’s go home, or keep walking or something, it’s getting chilly.”
They walked in silence for a while more, before turning around to go back to the car. “It’s all just so hard, Howard...”
“I know, Mary, I know...” Howie agreed, although he knew that he didn’t really know.
...
Howie stayed with Mary again that night, and they attended the funeral together. Before going to the church, Mary wanted to stop for flowers, but she never said why. After the funeral, they went to the cemetery where Sarah would be buried. After the usual speech by the Pastor, everyone parted. Mary began walking back to the car and retrieved the flowers. “Howard... I want you to know me...” she began as they were walking through the cemetery.
“I do too, Mary, but where are we going?”
“I have to face a part of my past...” They walked on until they came to a stone, almost secluded from the rest of the cemetery. Mary placed the flowers on the stone and dropped to her knees, crying. Howie came up to her and wrapped his arms around her, rocking her gently. “I never got to say goodbye... I never got to say I’m sorry...” she blubbered.
“Sssh, Mary, I’m sure they know...”
Mary wiped her tears and stared at the stone. “But what if he doesn’t?” Howie then looked at the stone. “Charles Goode, 1972-1998, Son, Brother”
“Who was he, Mary?”
“My brother... I had an awful fight with him the night... He was involved with drugs and a really bad crowd... He had one of his friends, one of my best friends, Josh... he sold drugs to cops... my friend got put in jail and Chas got off free, no charges... He
lived with me, so did my friend... Then Chas left... and got into a bad car accident... And he never came home... I never told him I was sorry...” she sobbed again.
“I’m sure he knows, Mary. And I know he knows that you love him.” Howie gently pulled Mary to her feet. “But now I want you to meet someone.” Mary complied and they walked across the cemetery.
At a stone, they stopped. “Mary, this is my sister, Caroline. She died of Lupus last year.”
“Caroline Dorough-Cochran?” Mary asked, almost frightened.
“Yeah, my big sis...”
“Oh God, Howard, I’m so sorry...” Mary began to cry again.
“But why?”
“I treated her when she first came into the hospital... Howard, I’m so sorry...”
Howie hugged her gently and led her back to the car. “Do you have to work today or tomorrow?”
“No, I took off. I knew I wouldn’t be able to go back there.”
“All right... how about we go back to my place? We can relax there, watch some movies or something.”
“Okay...”
When the movie was over, Mary was asleep in Howie’s arms once again. Brian came home first, his girlfriend Jade on his arm. They walked into the living room giggling. “Oh, hey D.”
“Hey Brian, hey Jade.” Howie put his finger to his lips. “Mary’s asleep, she had a rough day.”
“Oh, all right. We just came home for a bit, going to a movie tonight.”
“All right, I think we’re just going to stay in tonight. The rest of the guys going with you?”
“I think so, they wanted me to ask you if you and Mary wanted to come.”
“And I want to try to hook Nick up with my friend Melissa tonight. They’d be so cute together,” Jade finally spoke.
“Melissa with the hair?” Howie asked, demonstrating with his hand.
“Yeah, her, shaved underneath, pulled into pigtails all the time.”
“I think she might be better with AJ,” Brian said.
“Yeah, me too, Nick’s.... well Nick... I don’t know, I can’t think anymore,” Howie said, shaking his head.
“Oh well, we’ll be off before we wake Mary. Ready, dear?”
“Yup. See ya, Howie.”
“Bye guys,” Howie spoke softly. Once the door was closed, he held Mary tighter. 'I’m glad I found someone instead of being hooked up like that...' he thought.
...
Mary made sandwiches for them for dinner. “It’s nothing fancy, I can’t cook.”
“It’s all right, I’m sure they’re great,” Howie said, biting into his roast beef sandwich. “Interesting taste, what’s in it?”
“Some roast beef, uhm... butter, mustard, some salt.”
“It’s good, I like it.”
...
After dinner, Mary and Howie sat on his back porch, each sipping a cup of tea. “Want to stay here tonight?” he asked.
“Sure, but won’t the guys mind?”
“AJ has a steady stream of girls through here all the time, they won’t mind. Plus,” he said, taking her hand, “we can talk more.”
After finishing their tea, Howie went inside and brought out a blanket. “It’ll get chilly later.”
“I’m kinda chilly right now...”
“Come here then,” he said, smiling. He laid back on the lounger and Mary sat with him and leaned back into his arms. He covered himself and her with the blanket and snuggled under the stars. “What do you think you’ll do about your job?”
“I guess I’m stuck there for a while... I mean, what else can I do? I was trained to be a doctor.”
“Well, we have another tour coming up soon, we just came home for the month to relax. You can come along if you want to. It’s only the U. S. leg, we’ll be back in about three months.”
“But what about Pogo?”
“Uhm... my mother can take care of him. She won’t mind.”
“All right, as long as she won’t mind.”
“So, is that a yes?”
“Well...”
Howie squeezed her. “Please?” he asked like a little boy.
“All right, Howard, I’ll come. But won’t I be bored?”
“Well, if you don’t want to give up doctoring, you can take care of us on the tour. Like, you know, twisted ankles, pulled muscles, stuff like that.”
“I don’t want to give it up, I’m just sick of the death aspect.”
...
The next morning, Howie sat at the kitchen table, thinking of something to get Mary’s mind off of things. “Of course!” he thought out loud.
“Of course, what?” Mary yawned, walking into the kitchen.
“Just of something we can do today,” he said, smiling at her. He gestured for her to come by him. Mary sat on his lap and put her head on his shoulder.
“And that is...?”
“Well, when was the last time you were to Disney World?”
“Honestly? Never been there.”
“How can you say you live in Orlando, but say you’ve never been to Disney?”
“Just never had the time, I guess...”
“It’s settled then. Come on, let’s get dressed and we’ll stop by your place to take care of Pogo and then we’ll go. Sound good?”
“Sounds good, Howard,” she said, yawning again.
...
The day at Disney indeed took Mary’s mind off of things. Every moment, Mary felt closer to Howie, like she had known him forever. They did the touristy things at Disney, rode all the rides, bought a disposable camera and took pictures with the characters, pictures of sights. Howie even bought them a pair of 'Goofy' hats, complete
with ears and teeth. “You are just too cute,” Mary remarked when Howie put on his hat.
“Why, thank you, my dear,” he said making a big production. He kneeled, took her hand and kissed it. When he stood, Mary slapped him on the arm and took his hand. They walked along for a while longer and rode a few more rides. “Something for dinner,
my dear?”
“Certainly,” she said, smiling at him. They went to a restaurant on 'Main St. USA' which was a 50’s cafe. They both chowed down on burgers and fries and shared a banana split for dessert. “I haven’t eaten this good in ages.”
“But I just made you dinner the other night, that wasn’t good?”
“Oh, Howard... That was great. I mean, at a restaurant. I’m sick of hospital food.”
...
They stayed long enough to watch the light parade. Howie stood behind Mary and held her, his arms around her stomach. A man came through the crowd selling light up roses. “Be right back, darlin,” Howie whispered and kissed Mary’s cheek. He returned a moment later with a rose. “A beautiful rose, for my beauty.”
Mary said nothing, only kissed Howie. “You treat all the girls you like this good?”
“No, just the ones I’m falling in love with, and that, so far, has only been one.”
Mary smiled at him lovingly. “Whoever she is,” she joked, “is very lucky.”
“Yeah, and she’s beautiful, and smart, and sweet... she’s a doctor and her cat loves me...”
“Thank you, Howard.”
“No, thank you for being that girl.” He kissed her softly. “And speaking of, we should check out my stitches when we get home.”
“Sure thing, darlin.”
...
After the light parade, Mary and Howie began to leave the park. “Today was wonderful, Howard, thank you.”
“Tis nothing, my dear, I had a great person to spend it with.” He kissed her cheek and slid his arm around her waist.
...
The next morning, Mary woke alone in a bed that was not her own. She got out of bed and padded into the kitchen. There, she found a note. “Mary, Looks like I had to run out early today. Me and the guys have rehearsals down town. Have a good day at work today, and make yourself comfortable while you’re at our house. Oh, your scrubs
are on the dresser in my room, and you can take my car since you left yours at your place. The keys are by your clothes. Call me when you’re done with work, I left that number in the pocket of your scrubs. Love, Howard”
Mary headed off to work and it was just a normal day, which she grew to hate minute by minute. She had just stepped into the cafeteria for her break when she heard the dreaded announcement. “Dr. Goode, please report to the ER stat.” When she arrived there, she noticed the name on the board under her name. 'Littrell, Brian T.'
“Oh God no...”
