She had just stepped out of the elevator when she heard Jordan and Harvey bickering.
“That's enough from you. Calling that true love? Which one of your exes didn't you consider your true love?”
“I've had enough of you myself. What does a lifelong bachelor like you know? And love at first sight? Pfft. Sounds more like hoes before bros to me! I think you should be the one to give her up to me instead!”
“Maybe you should ask my fists what they think about that!”
“Oh, getting serious here now, are we?” “Damn straight we are!”
Unsure as to what the disagreement was about, Arielle intervened immediately upon seeing how close they were to coming to blows. “We're in a hospital, so what the heck do the both of you think you're doing?”
The two men were caught off guard and both appeared surprised when they turned and saw Arielle in the lift lobby.
“What are you doing here, Arielle?” Harvey was first to approach, with Jordan close behind.
Arielle was about to speak when Vinson got in ahead of her. “I brought her over to take a look because she said that she may have an idea for a treatment. If there's nothing better for the two of you to do here, quit messing around and just go home to sleep already.” “Nah! We're plenty busy, aren't we, Harvey?” Jordan ignored him and turned to regard Arielle instead. “Are you able to address psychological ailments?”
Arielle replied humbly, “I just happen to know a little about post-traumatic stress disorder, so I thought it might be worth giving a shot. Which ward is the patient at?”
Carter pointed to the right. “This one.”
Arielle strode forth and went on inside.
Carter's eyes dimmed as he watched her silhouette disappear beyond the door. He then pulled out his phone to make a call.
“Where are you? Come up to the thirteenth floor and check on your patient right away.”
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