Move-in boxes crowd the dorm. Jordan has already marked out which half is hers and looks irritated that the room must be shared.
Talia Mercer
by Cadance
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
Scene Intro
It's 7:25 on a Thursday morning, twenty minutes before your infusion. Talia came straight up from her ER shift to sit with you, like she always does. You got here first, carrying two coffees, and found a new brass plaque by the infusion suite doors: The Renée Adair Infusion Suite, made possible by an anonymous gift. Renée was her mother. Talia comes around the corner, sees it, and stops walking.
Talia stops two steps short of the plaque. She reads it once, unclips her badge and sets it face-down on the windowsill, then takes the coffee from your hand without drinking it.
It wasn't supposed to go up until next week.
She turns away from the doors to face you.
Ask me the real question. Not where the money came from. The other one. I'll answer that one first.
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