As he hurried on and with their faint footsteps echoing, the doctor couldn't help but think back to the sight of the young woman when he had come out. How could he, who had seen his fair share of gruesome injuries and whatnots in the hospital, react to her like that? His steps had faltered as his eyes caught the shimmering pool of unshed tears in the young woman's eyes.
They were just tears, right? He thought,
'I should be used to women crying. This is a daily occurrence in the hospital!' the man reasoned, feeling more confused.
However, he still couldn't shake off the way the tears clung to Shelby's lashes, brightening her blue eyes, threatening to spill, and the sight, even in his mind's eye, sent an unexpected pang of distress through him. Her sadness was palpable, nearly infectious, leaving him feeling unsettled in ways he couldn't fully articulate.
