Rory bites his lower lip and holds back the mild curse he wants to make. He likes the island, despite the tricks and strangeness, but it’s things like this that get to him. Patients need consistency, stability, someone to rely on. She shouldn’t have had to lose one doctor, let alone two.

Finding her file is easy and quick and before she’s even finished with her sentence, Rory’s back at the table he previously occupied, file open in his hands. His stomach twists when he reads the diagnosis.

“You know I’m a nurse, right?” he asks as he looks up at the woman. “I mean, I’ll be glad to help you. It’s what I’m here for. But I’m not a doctor. You should know that.”