Jul 17, 2012 19:17
I was signing in today at the front desk when I heard his name.... The receptionist and another lady were talking about some kind of trip she was planning to take. Then I caught the part where she said he would be driving down from school on that particular day to catch a plane with them. I was so incredibly tempted to say his last name to see if it would catch her attention. If it did, then I'd know she was talking about Turtle. I managed to keep my mouth shut and went along to my department. The less I hear, the less curious I'd get. I might would've thrown caution to the wind and, out of character, asked her.
After walking away, I told myself there had to be plenty of guys with his name who could be driving down from school somewhere to catch a plane with his family. Because how could I rationalize being at the right place at the right time to hear his name!?!?! The hell!!! And I'm in a hospital so of course there are going to be all kinds of names mentioned, even though his name is rare... The one monumental comfort I took was the fact that I knew that woman wasn't his mother or his sister. So all in all, it couldn't possibly be the same person I was thinking.
It couldn't be.
Anyways. I was so over it after 30 minutes. A testament to my hold on hard fought for sanity. Though it is precarious. God I need my sanity if nothing else. I can't go back to that time.
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