❝ –– perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. and when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. and suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.
“What, you think I’m going to get hit by a car or something on my way over to the Karev house? I’ll be fine, I promise. You have absolutely nothing to worry about, okay?”
“Right, I’m sorry,” Delia apologized as she shrugged off her jacket and hung it back up on the appropriate hook near the front door. “So, do you want to like hang out for a little while or something, or do you already have plans with Dad or the hospital?”
“No plans,” Teddy smiled. “Not unless watching reruns of ER with my little girl counts as one. If you want to set up the television, I’ll get the popcorn!”
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