The night shift brought that peculiar hospital quiet where even the fluorescent lights seemed to hum at a lower frequency. Jim had finally been convinced to move from his wheelchair to the bed, though he still wore his street clothes like armor against hospital vulnerability. His heart monitor kept steady time, counting beats into the darkness.
"It's nice that Lisa has been visiting you..." Rory hesitated, as though searching for the right words. "When she first started coming around, she seemed... I don't know, bitter, maybe. But lately she's been..."
Jim's laugh held no humor. "Better at hiding it, maybe. She learned that from me - how to make everything look fine on the surface."
Something in his tone made Rory glance up from where she'd been pretending to read a magazine. The monitor sho……
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