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❝ Hello honeey! ❞
The high–pitched voice came startling the patient and the nurse. Barry was on his usual seat, just next to him on his own chair, while Brad was on his bed and though they were having their little night talks— it seem to be interrupted now that there's a blonde girl in the room.
Dressed in all pink, the sweetheart neckline of her curve–clutching dress made her cleavage appear, the dress stopped mid thigh and she paired it with her pink pumps. Somehow she also managed to use a pink bag, and to make it all extra— she had that fluffy pink scarf with her pink glasses on.
❛ Well, hell. Where is the sun, lady? Last time I checked it was 8PM. ❜ Barry thought, though he was already clenching his jaw– he decided not to be bothered by her presence. Maybe she just lack good attitude and good choice of clothing, but she should've knocked if she didn't want anyone to be pissed by her.
Because it looks like even Brad was pissed, ❝ The fuck are you doing here, Roxanne? ❞
Barry turned to look at Brad, his gaze was disapproving as Bradley sighed out. Clenching his jaw as he restated his statement, now with no foul word. ❝ What are you doing here, Roxanne? It's late, shouldn't be guests leaving already? ❞
❝ Oh honey, getting all comfy with this little nurse, aren't you? He looks like he belongs to those gay bars though, no offense. . But he just had to have a face of an angel, who knows what he could do in bed? ❞ Roxanne asked, dropping her bag on the guest table as Barry flushed by her statement. He was offended by the gay bars but what bothered him the most was when the little bitch mentioned his experience.
His nonexistent experience.
❝ Roxanne, I suggest you get the fuck out before I call the security. ❞ Brad taunted, this time his hands were clenched to fists. If he were to be a cartoon character, he'd be so likely to puff out smoke through his ears and nose. Roxanne shook her head, ❝ But don't you miss me, my little ex–y? Came here to invite you by the way, a new bar has opened and I thought you're going to be discharged but whatever. ❞
And just before Brad could leave his bed and maybe drag her out, a voice came from the other side of the opened room–door. ❝ I believe the visiting hours is over, I am Dr. Aphrodite, the assigned doctor of Mr. Fernandez. How many I help you, ma'am? ❞
Roxanne rolled her eyes, ❝ If you leave then that'll be a huge help. Why do you care anyway? You're not really important here. ❞
Dr. Aphrodite seem to be unfazed, but the next thing you know, Roxanne already grabbed her pink bag with her and left with her trail tucked between her legs. But before that happened, Dr. Aphrodite defended.
❝ Oh well, you're just talking to a Wayne and one of the founding members of the most–known Medical Team out there. No biggie, oh– by the way? Your pumps are fake, your bag's from the last four seasons. You look like a hooker, do you want one of my butler to send you to your designated bar? ❞
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