And Paisley reached out and folded her small fingers around my hand.

“That means you’re my favorite doctor in the whole world.”

“How many doctors do you actually know, young lady?” I teased.

She considered this seriously.

“Only two.

But you’re winning.”

I laughed, and something in my chest that had been clenched tight since the venue eased, just slightly.

Over the following days, my post-shift rounds began, without my quite deciding it, to stretch into small visits with Paisley.