“This isn’t my doorstep,” she murmured, unable to help the sarcasm. What could she say, he brought out the worst in her. Always had. Sadly, he also brought out the best. That was the problem. That, and the thought of never seeing him again made her chest hurt in what had to be a cardiac episode because it couldn’t possibly be panic at the very idea. “And you’re not fit to go anywhere. You need to stay here until you’re not addicted to whatever shit you’ve been using for however long. I would be negligent of my duties as a doctor to let you go anywhere, even if I do not have a practice. I’ve still sworn an oath, damn Hippocrates to Tartarus.” That last was certainly said with passion. She wondered what had ever become of him. She truly hoped he was suffering. A lot. If he’d been reborn, maybe she should make it her mission to find him and tear him limb from limb. She hadn’t done that in a while.