Bram waited outside the clinic until a patient asked whether he was blocking the door on purpose.
He stepped aside at once. Through the glass, Eli watched him apologize and help lift the patient’s wheeled bag over the worn threshold. The small service irritated him more than an attempt to push inside would have done. He knew what Bram looked like while preventing someone else from leaving. He did not want the new picture laid over the old one.
When the patient had gone, Eli opened the door.
“What?”
“There’s a crew missing.”
“Tell the emergency office.”
“I have. They checked the public roster. It says the shift ended.”
“Did it?”
