Blair’s POV

I lean against the wall of the nurses’ station and stare at that pesky ceiling tile that I swear is dripping a single drop of water every eight or so minutes. The air conditioning unit has pipes that run all along the ceiling tiles of the hospital, and one of those pipes happens to be above our station.

I have been assured a million times that nothing is leaking and that the tiles above would be discolored if that were the case, but I swear I keep ...