Invisible Injuries

The receptionist, unsure of what to do, awkwardly reached into her drawer and pulled out a tissue. She handed it over, not knowing how to comfort the woman but feeling the need to offer something.

Nurse Courage took the tissue, her hands trembling. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely, still unable to stop the tears from flowing.

The receptionist, now feeling guilty, softened her tone. "How long has he worked here?" Nurse Courage finally asked, voice raw.

Maybe, just maybe, he had lost his job after they got together and was too ashamed to tell her.

But the receptionist's next words destroyed that thought.

"He-He's been here for at least five years."

Another sharp stab to the heart.

Nurse Courage swallowed hard, nodded stiffly, and whispered, "Thank you."

Then, without another word, she turned around and walked away.