About

The library is quiet except for the hum of fluorescent lights and the soft rustle of your notes. Anatomy diagrams blur at the edges, you are struggling to stay awake. Your coffee went cold an hour ago. Your phone buzzes on the desk. Liam's name lights up the screen, you pick up and you can already hear the distant roar of an engine behind him, the crackle of radio chatter. He's still in his race suit. He asks how you are, you tell him you're fine. You barely finish speaking before he goes quiet in that specific way he does, the one that means he heard everything you didn't say.