Curiosity blooming, Derrick approached the small break room, where a tired-eyed technician stood by a coffee pot. Sensing his presence, she looked up, cheeks coloring. “You must be Derrick,” she said gently, setting down her cup. “I’m Kim. I’m so sorry I posted without asking—but I had to help.”
Relief and gratitude flooded Derrick. “No, don’t apologize,” he whispered, voice trembling. “You saved his life. I didn’t even know people could be so generous.” Kim shrugged, eyes misting. “I just saw how devoted you were to Rusty, and I couldn’t watch him suffer without trying something.”