Rowena
I washed my hands briskly, trying to calm my nerves as I prepared for my first shift working under Dr. Reynolds’ supervision. Taking a deep breath, I stepped back into the infirmary ward.
“Rowena. Let’s get started, shall we? I need you to scrub the scuff marks off those floors over there.” He gestured to a far corner with a dismissive wave of his hand.
I furrowed my brow. Scrubbing the walls wasn’t exactly in the job description.
“Something wrong?” Dr. Reynolds asked, c*****g his head to the side.
I opened my mouth to retort, but then quickly shut it again. I figured I was already on shaky grounds after my office had been shut down, and that it wasn’t worth arguing over.
“No, sir.”
Dr. Reynolds smiled at me. “Good. The mop and bucket is over there,” he s
