She kept talking, like she didn’t realize every word felt heavy. “Last night was chaos. Only Dr. Jones was on duty, and another patient’s family kept insisting he treat their wife first because she’s pregnant. They were loud about it too.”
My fingers twitched slightly. Pregnant.
“But don’t worry,” she added, softer now. “That woman only had some minor injuries, so the doctor came to you right after. You got treated in time.”
Of course.
She hesitated, then asked gently, “Where’s your family? Your mate? Someone should be here with you.”
I stared at the blanket. My voice came out dry and cracked. “I don’t have anyone.”
She went quiet, and I could feel the pity in her eyes without even looking.
Then I heard voices outside.
“Drake… I’m sorry,” Chiara’s voice trembled, full of tears. “I really don’t know what happened. They were fine before. I didn’t mean for them to lose control. Miss Brightman got hurt because of me.”
Drake’s voice came right after, soft, full of concern. “Chiara, stop blaming yourself. This wasn’t your fault. You got hurt too, remember? You shouldn’t be standing around like this.”