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"Adam?"
"That's me," he responds, dully.
The doctor says nothing back, which piques Adam's interest. He opens one eye to take a quick glance at the man, only to have the wind metaphorically knocked out of his small body. He shoots upright, the singular earbud falling out in the process.
"Holy shit..." gasps Adam.
Lawrence Gordon—blonde hair slicked back and white overcoat shimmering against a black button-up, pressed dress pants, and leather loafers—is staring at Adam with utter amazement in his icicle eyes.
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Or, Adam thought he'd never have to see Lawrence again, but a cancer scare is placing him right back in the doctor's nimble hands.