He smiled at the name on the screen. “Hey, Bree.” He hadn’t seen her outside of work in a few days. They’d spent one day together since the day after his birthday, but their confilicting work schedules had kept them from making any more plans since. “Did I wake you up?” Her voice sounded strained. “No. I keep my work hours on my nights off.” He pushed one of the curtains aside and looked down at the street six stories below. “Are you all right?” There was a long silence on the other end of the phone and then a shaky, “No. I’m downstairs. Can I come up?” He turned away from the window. “Of course you can.” “Are you sure? I’m not here at a bad time?” “Bree, I already said come up.” He pulled a pair of shorts over his naked ass, and met her in the hallway as she was getting off the elevator. Her eyes and nose were red and her hair was more disheveled than usual when she finished a shift. She was still in her scrubs, and as she got closer he could see little spots of dried blood all over her, an ugly brownish-red on lavender.
