Dozens of doctors and nurses and staffers had streamed through Marjorie DeVoe's hospital room in the days following her surgery. They checked her breathing. They changed her bandages. They brought her food. And for the most part, they blended together.
One doctor, though, was different. He was always impeccably dressed, and he was in stunningly good shape. And he seemed to care about more than her recovery—he had asked about her family and where she was from. When they discovered they'd both spent time in Florida, they reminisced about the weather and Waffle House.
So as he enters her ro...more