Desmond:
You commanded a trauma bay on three hours of sleep. That’s bound to happen.
Anya:
That is not why my hands are shaking.
Desmond:
Iknow.
I don’t know how much time passed, but it was enough for me to second-guess myself. Long enough for me to start spiraling.
Desmond:
You shouldn't be texting me this close to shift change.
Anya:
You shouldn't have pulled me into your office if you wanted me capable of following rules.
Desmond:
I pulled you in because I couldn't focus.
Anya:
Congratulations.
Neither can I.
Desmond:
You were exceptional tonight.
Anya:
You already told me that.
Desmond:
I'm telling you again.
Anya:
Thank you, Doctor Vaughn.
Desmond:
Don’t ‘Doctor Vaughn’ me, not after the night we had.
Tell me you're still feeling it, Anya.
That this isn’t just inmy head.
Heat flooded my cheeks at his inference. Itwasn’tjust me who had spent the night thinking about our stolen moment in his office.
Anya:
