Just then, the doctor doing rounds walked in and caught Karla rubbing ointment on Oakley’s hand. She jumped in right away. “Hey, wait!”
“What’s wrong?”
Both Karla and Oakley glanced up, a little startled.
“What exactly are you doing?”
Barry, another doctor, rushed into the room next. She zeroed in on the tiny jar Karla was holding.
“What’s in that bottle? You’re just putting anything on his hand?”
“It’s just scar cream. What else would it be?” Karla looked confused. The doctor was acting like she was letting Oakley eat mystery pills. “It’s not like I’m having him ingest it.”
And she was only testing it on his hand. It wasn't like she was smearing it on his face. The injury was nothing serious anyway. Just a small scrape, no bandage even needed.
“He’s a celebrity. You can’t go applying random stuff to his skin!”
“If anything happens, who’s responsible?”
“Our hospital’s not going to take the blame, that’s for sure.”
Felipa wasn’t the main doctor in charge, more like a med student working under her attending. Still, sometimes when the main doctor was away, Felipa stepped up and handled things. And as it happened, she was a huge fan of Oakley, completely obsessed with his well-being.
Ever since he’d been admitted, Felipa had been on cloud nine. She didn’t dare brag about it, but she was so happy she probably smiled in her sleep every night. Naturally, she kept a close eye on Oakley’s care. Even though she knew Karla was Oakley’s manager, she wasn’t about to let anyone, manager or not, do something risky. Especially not when it came to his face. Who could guarantee nothing would go wrong?
“I’m his manager,” Karla replied, “Don’t you think I know how important this is?”
She felt kind of helpless. “I get that the hospital wants to be careful, but your staff already told us there’s a good chance he’ll have a scar and might need cosmetic treatment later. We’re just trying to help him heal faster with this cream.”
“Barry, we’re on the same side, aren’t we?”

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