He had seriously contemplated not coming in today. If he didn't have a surgery scheduled for later, he wouldn't have. After he'd gone home, his night hadn't gotten any better. In fact, it'd gotten a lot worse. His recent diagnosis was beginning to take a toll on him both physically and mentally, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he'd have to alert the medical board. They could pull his license over something like this. Or even if they let him continue to practice medicine, how many patients would actually agree to a surgery performed by an HIV-positive surgeon? Even if he was the best man for the job. It was frustrating to say the least.
At this point he tried not to think about it. He hadn't seen Robin or his father yet that morning, and he was grateful. He was sure he looked like death warmed over, and no amount of meaningless banter or smooth talk would cover that up. He also tried to steer clear of Epiphany. Even though he ranked higher than her in this hospital, she seemed to get a thrill out of scolding him about one thing or another. Today he wasn't in the mood, so it was best for both of them if they just didn't cross paths.
For now, he stood behind the nurse's station - a heavy frown creased across his forehead - as he reviewed a patient's file.