LYRIC
For someone as hard as Zarek, it was easy to see when he was tensed and uncomfortable.
Unfortunately, he did a good job masking it as quickly as it came. But it wasn’t quick enough to fool me.
“What’re you insinuating, Lyric?” He chuckled.
“Alpha Zarek,” I placed my hands on the desk and interlocked my fingers. “If you really want to return the favour for healing your father, you should tell me the truth. What were you doing there that night?”
His face grew tender, hinting at a buried truth. He was hiding something. It was so clear now.
“I wasn’t doing anything,” he shrugged, his face turning to rock once more. “I actually came with my mate and wanted to see if there was a vacancy in there. You know, that is my favorite spot. But you were already there, asleep. So, all I did was leave.”
Disappointment stabbed me in the heart.
I held his gaze for some time before I lowered them to my desk, separating my fingers.
“Is that so?”
“Yes.” His voice was thick. “You could ask my mate if you want. She was in the car, waiting, while I went to check.”
He stood up, his chair scraping against the floor. “Once again, thank you for helping my father. If you do need anything else in return, let me know.”
He was out the door before I could say anything else. Why did it look like he was running away? Why wasn’t I satisfied?
By one p.m. Guinevere was there to take me to my first patient. I was so nervous.
On our way, she gave me a file and briefed me on what I was expected to do.
When we reached the surgical ward, I found the patient lying there, waiting for someone to save him. Someone who was suppress to be me.
From what I’d learned so far, his case was really delicate as he needed the poison extracted from his cavity area. It was really complex and a single error could result in him dying.
It would be disastrous to have his death on my hands. A patient had never died on me before. I didn’t want it happening
now.
There was a team of doctors watching outside, including Marta who gave me that death glare.
I focused on the patient and what I was about to do. I doned my personal gloves which I got from my lab coat. The assistants and scrub nurses also got ready.
Everything was set, but my mind wasn’t. I’d never performed such surgery before. Without my siphoning powers to help me, I was scared. What if he dies on me?
A scalpel was handed to me. Yet, for more than a minute, I simply stared at it without using it.
“Doctor Lyric. Is everything okay?” I heard someone ask from the window.
I was backing the window, so they couldn’t see the uncertain look in my face.
I was scared. So so scared.
Finally, my body betrayed me. My legs jerked, forcing me to stumble back. The scalpel slipped from my hand to the flo
“Ma’am, are you alright?” The assistants in the room held me.
“Lyric?” Doctor Guinevere rushed in.
She put a hand around my shoulder. “What is wrong with you?”
“I–I don’t know. I don’t feel too well.” I touched my forehead.
Guinevere did same. “My goodness, you’re burning up.”
I was. I couldn’t believe anxiety could have this *Please, take her to the staff Quarters. She nee
on me.
Successfully unlocked! he handed me to a nurse.
Pain and shame held me tight. I disappointed them.
How unfortunate.
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The nurse had her hand around me as she led me away from the surgical ward.
Approaching a diversion, I heard someone sobbing in the corner.
“I just hope he makes it. All he ever wanted was to see his grandchild. He’s waited years, you know? And now that I’m finally pregnant, he’s about to die. How do I survive this?”
When we reached the corner, I saw a young lady crying in the arms of a man around her age. Something in my guts told me she was connected to the man I just abandoned.
Agony clutched me tighter in the chest as I let the nurse lead me away.
HOURS LATER.
It was dark.
The day doctors, including Guinevere had left, replaced by the night doctors. I was supposed to have left hours ago, but when Guinevere asked, I told her I was staying back to do some research.
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