In France…
When Hugh arrived in Paris, his answering machine was full of calls from the hospital. He had to forget jetlag and changed clothes to go to the hospital as soon as possible.
His table calendar instantly became full by the time he was freed to go home. He took off his clothes and shoes, thought of napping for a while before calling on Sheila. He sank himself to the comfort of his bed, but before he knew it, he was already in deep slumber due to his exhaustion from the long flight to the grueling meeting with the doctors and his patients. He longed forgot to send Sheila a message.
As morning came, his busy routine from house to hospital to operating room began again. When he arrived in his office, the surgical team summoned his presence in great urgency. An accident took place somewhere at a park. Two trucks collided and three men needed surgery as soon as possible.
