Wendy’s Speculation

Callie’s surgical gown was stained with blood, and the exhaustion from the procedure caught up with her. After washing up, she curled up in a corner of the operating room, closed her eyes, and attempted to rest briefly. Jamison removed his mask and gloves, checked on the patient, then re-entered the room to find Callie slumped against the wall, fast asleep despite the constant din around her. Jamison couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He lifted Callie in his arms, carried her to the doctor’s lounge and placed her on a bed, making sure she was comfortable. Then he found an armchair and plopped down in it. The surgery took a toll on him as well. Hunger gnawed at him. Observing Callie, Jamison reasoned that she, too, was likely famished. Callie excelled at caring for others but often neglected her own well-being, and Jamison had grown accustomed to it. He decided to head to the cafeteria and grab some food for himself and her. Angelia spotted him and approached. ‘Dr Garcia, is this you