Chapter 106
I carefully finished dressing fenry’s wound. Though his pain seemed exaggerated, I remained gentle, my fingers methodically working over his injured skin.
“There,” I said, securing the bandage with medical tape. “Try not to move it too much, and keep it dry for the next day of
so.”
Henry carefully flexed his fingers, testing the bandage. The pain that had creased his face moments ago mysteriously vanished, replaced by that familiar entitled expression I knew all too well.
He looked up at me expectantly, as though waiting for further attention.
“Thank you for helping me earlier,” I said stiffly, gathering the medical supplies. “But I need to get back to work now.”
Without waiting for his response, I turned and walked away. I’d repaid my debt–treating his wounds was sufficient thanks for his intervention with Thomas. The thought of Thomas still made my skin crawl with disgust, but I pushed the feeling aside as I hurried down the corridor.
“Sophia! Give me more time!” Henry’s voice boomed down the hallway. “Stand right there!”
I quickened my pace, nearly breaking into a jog. Behind me, I heard a stern voice admonishing Henry.
“Sir, this is a hospital! Please lower your voice immediately!”
I smirked slightly, imagining Henry’s face.
The great Henry Harding, being scolded like a schoolboy. Served him right.
I reached the cardiovascular department, slipping through the doors and finding sanctuary in the staff room. As I caught my breath, I glanced at my schedule. A patient needed pre–meal insulin.
I collected the necessary supplies and headed to Room 312. As I pushed open the door, my body collided with someone exiting the room.
“Watch where you’re going!” a sharp voice snapped.
I stepped back, steadying myself. Before me stood a teenage girl around eighteen, with bright purple hair styled in wild spikes. Multiple piercings adorned her ears, eyebrows, and nose and her nails were painted in a rainbow of garish colors.. Her heavily lined eyes narrowed as she looked me up and down.
“Sorry about that,” I said, maintaining my professional demeanor. “I’m here to give Mrs, Davis her insulin.”
“Whatever,” the girl replied, eyeing me with undisguised contempt. “Look at you, trying to be all professional. Aren’t you too old to be playing nurse? Shouldn’t you be home knitting or something?”
I blinked, caught off guard by her hostility. “Excuse me?”
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“You heard me.” She smirked, crossing her arms. “I’ve seen your type before. Middle–aged wome. career because no one wants them at home.”
esperately clinging to a
Something in me snapped. After everything I’d been through in the past few days–Henry’s accusations, Thomas’s assault,
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the constant emotional whiplash–I wasn’t about to let this teenage punk disrespect me,
“Listen, sweetheart,” I said, my voice dropping dangerously low I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to hack
off. Now.”
“Or what?” She stepped closer, her face inches from mine. “You call security on me? Poor little nurse can’t handle
herself?*
I felt my hands curling into fists. “I don’t need security to handle a child having a tantrum.*
That did it. The girl lunged forward, her colorful nails aiming straight for my face. I tilted my head, dodging the attack with surprising agility, and grabbed her wrist. With a simple twist, I redirected her momentum, sending her stumbling
backward.
She looked shocked for a split second before her face contorted with rage. “You bitch!”
She came at me again, and this time I didn’t back down. We grappled in the doorway. I wasn’t proud of fighting a teenager, but I wasn’t about to let myself be attacked either.
“That’s enough!” A familiar voice cut through the chaos. Henry appeared from nowhere, pulling us apart with ease. His injured hand didn’t seem to hamper him at all as he restrained the still–struggling girl.
“Let me go, you bastard!” she screamed, kicking wildly.
Henry nodded to one of his ever–present security personnel who had materialized in the hallway. “Restrain her,” he ordered coldly.
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