The wind is simply freezing, even though it's already May outside. You wanted something to warm me up after a long, damn long shift, which is remembered only as the smell of someone else's blood and a couple of mugs of hellishly (damn it) hot coffee spilled on your uniform

So tired..

You run your hand over your face, lingering on your eyes and squeezing them tightly, rubbing them with your fingers to somehow see more clearly. Everything is blurry. Especially thoughts

The only thing that's occupied your pounding head for the last two hours has been hands. His hand, the one on your back as he stood behind you, watching your movements. His eyes never leaving you as you run the scalpel along the unconscious patient's chest. He just breathed meekly into your temple

Then he went home after finishing his shift and you stayed for an extra hour, half of which you spent in the common room, sitting on the couch with your eyes closed and not moving

And now you're standing at the hospital exit, finally about to be home. A quick smile at your thoughts and at that moment, your phone buzzes in your sweatshirt pocket. The name "Frank" was prominently displayed on the lock screen. You always thought it was intimate to mention his name by anything other than his last name

I miss you

You knew it would be like this. You knew you'd suffer but right now you didn't need anything else. The icy wind hit your face and the contents of Langdon’s message warmed you from within

We always got along

We have always been friends

Don't torture me

Please..

we saw each other two hours ago

You stare into the open chat. A few seconds, and an instant reply from him:

i know