Dr Meera Saravana has been on the run for the last ten years due to a fatal misunderstanding. She ends up in New York, hoping that maybe this time everything will work out. But that's turning out to be impossible the more she gets involved with the...
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Another hard day of work and another night of nothing to do. The week had been hectic following Mr. Farewell's admission into the hospital. I don't think I've ever seen that many armed guards in a hospital. One would think that the president of the United States was visiting. Honestly, I didn't know what scared me more. The fact that Ivan Farewell, who was know to be extremely ruthless, decided to flirt with me while he was delirious due to blood loss or having his men follow me around like puppies because I saved their boss's life. My nerves have been so frazzled, I don't think I've had a moment to relax until Mr. Farewell was stable.
Dr Carlson and I were the ones who took over his care, taking turns to monitor his vitals and ensure that no further complications would come up. I'd rather not be on the opposite end of the barrel of a gun just because I missed a small details. The nurses were all sympathetic, always ensuring that I had coffee and something to eat between shifts. I don't think I would've made it throughout the week without burning out.
Treating Mr Farewell and then talking to Mr Farewell were two completely different things. For someone who had a reputation as bloody and fearsome as his, he was surprisingly polite. It almost caught me off guard.
I'm still not over the shock.
Haley and Andre—Dr Franz and Dr Carlson insisted I call them by their first names—had decided to take me out after a long and gruelling week.
The bar that they had chosen was a small sports bar a few streets away from Farewell-Love General. Inside was lively with groups of people coming from the cold to enjoy their time off work and drink as they watched the latest sports on the big screens that lined that walls of the bar. It was warm and brightly lit, with various sport regalia hanging from the ceiling and walls. There was no loud pulsing music or obnoxious college students. I think I was a few steps to achieving that sense of normal that I desperately craved.
It had been aptly named The Lemon Spritz Bar.
I sipped on a fizzy drink with lemon while Dr. Franz complained about the football team on the big screen. Dr. Carlson was giving her those soft eyes she complained about drafts and stats. I didn't understand what she was saying, most of it went over my head. Honestly, I felt like I was the third wheel on a date. But it felt nice to hang out with someone outside other than my cat.
Dr. Carlson must've noticed my silence because he cleared his throat. Dr. Franz turned around in her chair to ask why he interrupted but also noticed my sipping from my drink silently. She gave an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I get carried away."
"It's okay. You're very passionate about football." I titled my glass at the screen.
"I know." Haley beamed at me, tucking a stray curl of her hair behind her ear. "Andre is the only one who'll listen to my rambling. I swear most men would've left by now."
I smirked at him. "Good thing, Dr. Carlson isn't most men."
