Mikaela nodded to the paramedics who were busy checking Jessie’s vitals and preparing her for the trip. Mikaela removed her gloves and tossed them in the mess.
She approached Sam and motioned for him to follow her into the foyer. He pushed himself away from the wall and followed her out the door.
She stopped in a quiet corner and turned around. “So,” she said, trying to decide where to start.
“So,” he repeated, “you’re a doctor.”
“Yes, an obstetrician gynecologist,” she agreed, trying to read his reaction.
“Yeah, I got that. Nice work in there, by the way.”
“Thanks,” Mikaela said, looking away, then back at Sam. “Sorry I didn’t tell you.”
“Why didn’t you?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. It didn’t come up and didn’t seem important.”
“You didn’t think that someone might recognize you?”
Mikaela stiffened. “I never thought of that,” she admitted. “I guess it’s a moot point now,” she grimaced.
“Yeah,” Sam said, putting his hands in his pockets. “I’m sure everyone will have heard of you by tomorrow.”
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