"Hello?" A drowsy murmur escaped my lips as I responded.
"Claire! Finally, you answered my call after calling you so many times! My stomach hurts, can you come home?" he asked.
“What? Did you just call me because you have a stomach ache?” I asked while massaging my temple; this guy gave me so much headache.
“Yes, I need your help, you’re my wife and you’re a doctor, right? You're supposed to take care of me…” he said, his voice filled with accusation.
I sighed, "Okay, fine. There's over the counter meds, try taking it and it will ease the pain."
He suddenly raised his voice, "I don't even know where it is! Can you just please come home?!"
I scoffed softly, realizing that I needed rest and that I had married a useless man. "I just finished my twelve-hour shift, Lucas. I can't come home just because you have stomach pain. Call an ambulance or the pharmacy, okay? Stomach pain won't kill you."
Because I was too tired to hear him whining all over and over again, I ended the call without hearing his reply.
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