Greg had finished in surgery an hour and a half before, with his patient's family fifteen minutes after that, and with dictation just half an hour before. He officially had nothing left he had to do, which meant he got to go home and see the kids. Erica might even have beaten him there.

Of course, it would make going home much easier if turning the corner toward the front doors didn't bring him into what was unmistakeably a hospital lobby, but not his hospital's lobby.

Given it wasn't his place of employment, he felt more than free to swear vividly.