unusual

he must have mistaken me for someone else, because he said "hi" to me today. and asked how i was doing.

so one of our surgeons, the acclaimed-as-hot but growly and superior and mean one, has this horrible disease. he keeps on working anyway. he got treated, and recovered, and now it might be coming back.

i didn't really think much of it or of him before, except to tell myself not to be a wuss when i'm feeling the slightest bit of discomfort while working, because i have no such horrible disease.

so, like i said, he said hello today. i don't know why; he has always ignored me before. and this time we made eye contact.

and looking into his brooding eyes, sunken ever-so-slightly into his puffy face, whose usually handsomely-chiselled features were becoming diffuse and swollen, i felt sadness for him.

who'd-a thunk it. today i felt sorry for a surgeon.

i'm not so heartless after all.

and, evidently, neither is he.