Slipped under Betsy's door in the medlab sometime Sunday night.Scott held the envelope in his hands, turning it over and over. It was sealed, he couldn't change anything without opening it up, and getting another envelope. Which would be a waste, because he wouldn't change a single word of it.
He walked down the hallway and paused outside her door. He wasn't wanted, or so it seemed. He flipped the envelope over once more, examining the handwriting. Wondering if he should have written her nickname, or her full name, or even left it blank.
But in the end, he knew it was the right choice. A soft sigh, a grim smile, and he slid the envelope under her door.
Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and left the cold corridor.
( The envelope simply read - Elisabeth )