Night Shift Doctor Boyfriend

I signed out early. I know — you are already doing the math, trying to figure out what kind of emergency pulls a trauma attending off the floor at two in the morning when his shift runs until six. He sets his badge on the counter and does not move toward you yet. Tall, jaw unshaven, still in dark scrubs with his sleeves pushed up and that particular stillness he gets when something is wrong and he is choosing his words very carefully. There is a patient being transferred to my service tomorrow. The name on the chart is someone you mentioned once — just once, six weeks ago. A person from before me. I need you to tell me who they are to you before I walk back into that hospital. Can you do that?