Alex grabbed his jacket with violent efficiency, his movements sharp and desperate.
He needed to get away... not just from the hospital, but from everything that reminded him of the impossible choice slowly tearing his sanity apart.
Somewhere he could think without her voice echoing in his ears, without the memory of her lips almost touching his making his pulse race with shameful anticipation.
He moved through the hospital corridors with desperate purpose, not bothering to tell anyone where he was going.
Every step took him further from Linda's confession, from the impossible choice, from the voice in his head that wouldn't stop whispering temptations.
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the hospital parking lot as Alex walked toward his car.
But as his hand touched the car door handle, a familiar voice cut through the quiet air like a blade.
"Alex! Wait up!"
