Yesterday had been a madhouse in the ER. In the rush, Petty forgot her press pass and left it with one of her colleagues. Now she needed it for an interview first thing Monday morning.
She pulled into the hospital parking lot, grabbed her stuff, and made her way to her colleagues’ room. But when she got there, the place was empty—not a soul in sight.
Just as she reached for her phone, she spotted a message they’d sent her half an hour earlier. “Forgot to tell you, we got moved to the VIP ward.”
Three minutes later, Petty found the new room and knocked before stepping inside. It was a suite, with both bedroom doors wide open. Her two colleagues—both guys—had a room each.
Their injuries were just to their hands, nothing too serious. They could eat on their own, but the nurses kept fussing, insisting on feeding them by hand.
The guys, both adults who prided themselves on their independence, were dying of embarrassment. As soon as they caught sight of Petty, they called out together, “Petty, save us!”
Petty grinned, standing between their doors with breakfast in her hands. “Trust me, these guys can feed themselves. Don’t spoil them too much, or they’ll get lazy.”
One of the nurses, cheerful and chatty, said, “Jay asked us to take really good care of them.”
Jay? Petty unwound her scarf and draped it over her arm. “You’re doing a great job. Why don’t you go check on your other patients? I’ll talk to Jay about it later.”
It clearly sounded like Petty and Jay were on familiar terms.
That got the two young nurses excited. They huddled around her. “You know Jay? Do you have his WeChat? We’ve tried to get it, but he never shares it with anyone. He’s so cool and distant! I even heard he won’t listen to Laura.”
That much was true. Jay was definitely the type who kept his distance. So did his boss. When the two stood together, they could freeze an entire room. No wonder Jay didn’t bother following Laura’s instructions. He was loyal only to Franco.
The two nurses looked at Petty with wide, starry eyes, like they were talking about a celebrity. She couldn’t help but chuckle. “Oh, Jay…” she started, then waved suddenly toward the hallway, her face lighting up. “Hey, Jay!”
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