But they had already come to this point. Feelings that came too late meant nothing.

"Are you being discharged tomorrow?" Zachary suddenly asked.

Rebecca turned off her phone and looked up to see Zachary holding a hair dryer.

She nodded. "Yes."

"Don't let Ivan pick you up. I'll take you home," he said as he started drying his hair.

Rebecca wrapped herself in the blanket, mumbling, "There’s no need to trouble ...