ARIA'S POV
She got to the hospital at seven fifteen.
Earlier than she needed to. Earlier than Morrison had asked her to come in, earlier than her first patient, earlier than almost everyone except the night shift finishing up and the early morning nurses coming on. She'd woken up at five and lain there for twenty minutes and then decided that lying there was worse than going.
Damien had watched her get up without saying anything.
Then he'd gotten up too.
She'd told him he didn't have to.
He'd handed her coffee without responding.
They'd driven in mostly quiet, the city still grey and half asleep, and he'd pulled up outside the staff entrance and looked at her and she'd looked back at him and neither of them had said anything because there wasn't anything to say that wasn't already understood.
She'd gotten out of the car.
She'd gone inside.
The article had gone live at six AM.
