Third Person's POV
In the Shadowfang Healing Center, Trista was working the night shift.
When she saw the three men hurriedly appear in the emergency room, her brows immediately knit together.
When she got a closer look at the unconscious man being propped up by Humphrey and Randall, her frown deepened.
"What happened to him?"
"He drank until he started throwing up blood."
Wilmot stood next to Trista, his tone filled with a fawning eagerness. "Honey, get someone to take a look at him first, and while you're at it..."
He massaged Trista's shoulders trying to butter her up. "...while you're at it, give Seraphina a call and let her know."
Hearing this, Trista impatiently swatted Wilmot's hands off her shoulders.
"Why would I tell Seraphina? She isn't a gastroenterologist."
"No, Tris
