"You don't know what kind of sick?"
The woman was a walking WebMD search engine. Last month she'd convinced herself she had a rare tropical parasite because she sneezed twice in the same afternoon.
"No, Georgina. I haven't developed the plague."
"You sound defensive."
"Because you're looking at me like Patient Zero."
She hesitated for a moment before taking another step toward the hallway.
Like the coward she was.
Honestly, if I weren't currently questioning my own sanity, I'd have been offended.
"Maybe you should go home early," she suggested.
The irony of receiving life advice from a woman who once called her doctor because her left eyebrow twitched for three consecutive days was almost too much to bear.
"I'll survive."
She looked unconvinced.
I looked unconvinced too, but fo
