Rose was like the busiest bee around the clinic that day. She didn’t want to face Daniel much if possible. She wasn’t sure she could act calmly around him. She wasn’t sure she would be able to remain civil enough to talk to him about what she now knew.
Sometime in the afternoon, there was a smartly clad man that came, claiming he had sprained his ankle… But she had every reason to believe he wasn’t truthful.
Heavens, she hated people who faked injuries with passion, whether it was to get attention or strong painkillers and codein. Not only did it make her job more difficult and stressful than it had to be, but it also could potentially prevent someone in a dire condition from getting adequate treatment in time.
She shot the man a discreet look in between two patients, her eyes slightly
