Rekindled

“Cynthia?”

The sound of that voice saying her name, a name she rarely heard anymore, froze her insides. Cindy dropped the folder she was filing and turned around slowly. The memory of the voice was clearer than the memory of the face she saw.

“My God, you haven’t changed a bit.” He smiled for a moment before a frown of disappointment appeared. “It’s Daniel, Danny —”

“I… I know. What are you doing here?”

Stepping back to steady herself against the desk, she gestured to the hallway around the nurses’ station she was standing at.

“I have an appointment with,” he pulled a paper from his pocket, “Dr. Callen.”

“Oh no.” It was impulse that made her suddenly rest her hand on his arm.

“What’s the matter?”

“Oh Danny I’m so sorry.”

Daniel looked confused. “Why are you sorry?”

She dropped her hand from his arm, “Why are you seeing an oncologist?”

It took a moment and then he laughed. “I’m not a patient. I’m a doctor and I was asked to consult on a case.”

“Oh,” she looked embarrassed. “I… I’m glad that you’re okay, I didn’t know you were a doctor.” She shrugged and started to look away.

He sighed. “It’s been a lot of years. There’s been a lot of changes… I’m sure a lot has gone on with you too.” He looked at his wristwatch and shook his head. “I don’t want to keep Callen waiting. Look are you nearly done with your patients?” He sounded like he was all-business.

She inhaled sharply. “I’m not a doctor. I work in admissions.”

“Oh, my turn to be embarrassed. I assumed, I mean you always talked about going to medical school.” Daniel’s voice was filled with both surprise and question.

“Things changed,” she sounded sad.

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