Wilfred's words hit right where it mattered most, resonating deeply with the nurse. She sighed heavily, while the others shook their heads and muttered their own exhausted complaints, clearly worn out.

"Exactly. But what can we do? She's a patient sent to us, so we've got no choice but to deal with it," the nurse replied, her voice tinged with resignation.

It was then that she noticed Karina standing beside Wilfred. The way Karina seemed naturally close to him caught her attention. Though the two didn't speak much, their dynamic was apparent even in their body language.

Karina instinctively leaned slightly toward Wilfred, her posture subtly tilted in his direction-something she herself probably hadn't realized.

The nurse's eyes glinted with understanding, and a knowing smile spread across her face. When she spoke again, there was an unmistakable hint of teasing in her tone. "Still, Dr. Wilfred, you shouldn't have brought someone else into this situation." She gestured subtly toward the patient on the bed, assuming her voice was low enough to be discreet.

But Karina overheard every word. Her eyelashes fluttered nervously as she glanced at Wilfred, trying to gauge his reaction. To her surprise, his expression remained calm and unreadable.

"Let's go inside," Wilfred said, his tone steady, brushing off the nurse's remark entirely.

stop them, stepping aside to

soon as they entered, the girl on the bed spotted Wilfred. Though the sedative had calmed her considerably, her eyes still lit up the

knew you'd come!" she exclaimed, her voice filled

reached for him, pulling him closer as she began to pour out her grievances, telling him how long she'd been waiting and how hard it had been for

who had come in with him, suddenly felt invisible. The girl acted as though she didn't exist, her

Wilfred's response quickly put her discomfort to

just enough to slip out of the girl's reach. The movement was subtle yet deliberate, creating a clear sense of distance without coming across

softening noticeably as he instructed her, "Get the

flush of warmth. Embarrassed by how easily he seemed to read her feelings,

to notice when she felt off. But she couldn't deny that this sensitivity was one

keep saying I'm sick? I

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255