Callum’s Hospital Secret
It was because I could feel him trying to stay.
PART 9
On the morning of the procedure, the hospital corridors looked oddly familiar.
Only this time Callum was the person wearing the identification band, and I was the one standing with a bag of belongings in my arms.
Vincent came by before his shift.
He hadn’t slept much, and he apologized again for keeping Callum’s confidence so long.
I could see that it had cost him dearly.
“You were trying to be his friend,” I said.
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