Chapter Twelve
Reid walked into Noah’s room and saw the tall brunette sitting on his bed trying to read a magazine. He had told him to take it easy, but he was afraid that he was pushing himself too hard.
“Good morning Noah.”
“Dr. Oliver,” Reid opened his chart and readied his pen.
“How are you today?”
“Pretty good. It’s getting easier to see and not to
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I teared up when I read that Luke was moving to LA, this whole do-over is a disaster
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