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room. “I once found a cupcake hidden under his gown!”
“I don’t think that was a cupcake!” Justin joked after her.
Chloe ignored him, her gaze returning down the hall. She felt sorry her friend had suffered Dr. Markson’s anger, but again couldn’t help the heaviness sinking into her chest.
Not even a blink of an eye , or a twitch of recognition.
Chloe was at her locker, packing away her stethoscope and books, getting ready to go home, when Nurse Wall ambled into the back of the nurse’s station. Chloe silently looked away and continued packing her belongings. She always made a point to avoid the woman and up until recently had managed it successfully. She was surprised when Nurse Wall approached her, a hand on her hip. She was even more surprised when the woman shot her a tight smile. The smug expression on her face sent chills skiing down the slope of Chloe’s spine.
“You better hope that all is in order with your notes,” Nurse Wall warned cryptically.
Chloe frowned, confused, but was in no mood to deal with her nasty supervisor. She wanted to go home, get into bed, and pull the covers over her head. She felt miserable and just needed to block out the world for a chunk of time.
“Dr. Markson requested your patients’ charts from medical records,” her supervisor informed her, flashing a honeyed smile. Chloe saw an elated gleam swirling in her brown eyes. “He’s checking up on you. Perhaps you’re not the fabulous nurse everyone thinks you are! You can’t fool everyone, Chloe. One day everyone will see.”
Chloe star ed after her as she walked off. She couldn’t help thinking of the evil witch in the Wizard of Oz , rubbing her hands together and cackling, ‘I’ll get you my pretty…’ She shuddered. ‘Witch Wall’ was an apt name.
What was the woman talking about? Dr. Markson had told her he’d already read her notes. Why would he be checking up on her? Was that the reason he’d completely ignored her when he’d made rounds a short while ago? She felt a frisson of dread skim through her, settling beneath her breasts. Why would he request more of her charts? Did it have to do with his theory about Mr. Barkley and Mr. Prescott’s deaths, or was he looking for something else? Was he checking up on her? Did he think that she’d been careless, or maybe dangerous? Chloe started to feel panic rumble along her skin. She had to talk to him!
CHAPTER FOUR
Chloe bravely clutched her bag, gripping it with cold fingers as she made her way down the hall to Dr. Markson’s medical suite. She didn’t really know what she would to say to him, but she needed to get some answers as to why he’d requested her notes, why he’d asked her all those questions, and why he was investigating her. Her sturdy white shoes sank silently into the plush carpet as she approached the large mahogany door.
She wasn’t even sure he’d be here, but the resident who she’d spoken to had assured her he was done with morning rounds. The young man seemed annoyed that Dr. Markson had initiated rounds earlier than usual. It was now just after seven and this area of the hospital was desolate. She stopped in front of the door, and before she could change her mind, rapped sharply.
A minute or two passed in silence so she turned to leave. That was when the heavy door swung open and she gazed into the deepest, darkest, midnight-blue eyes she’d ever seen. Her breath felt high-jacked in her lungs, seized by her acute apprehension. Dr. Markson stared back at her, his eyebrows raised in apparent surprise at seeing her. He was wearing his lab coat unbuttoned, displaying a charcoal suit with a grey and red tie underneath. His hair was tussled, like he’d repeatedly run his fingers through it, but the waves were thick, dark, and inviting.
“Nurse Bennett. This is a surprise,” he said smoothly. He took a side step and waved her past him.
Chloe willed her rubber legs to function and followed him
“I don’t think that was a cupcake!” Justin joked after her.
Chloe ignored him, her gaze returning down the hall. She felt sorry her friend had suffered Dr. Markson’s anger, but again couldn’t help the heaviness sinking into her chest.
Not even a blink of an eye , or a twitch of recognition.
Chloe was at her locker, packing away her stethoscope and books, getting ready to go home, when Nurse Wall ambled into the back of the nurse’s station. Chloe silently looked away and continued packing her belongings. She always made a point to avoid the woman and up until recently had managed it successfully. She was surprised when Nurse Wall approached her, a hand on her hip. She was even more surprised when the woman shot her a tight smile. The smug expression on her face sent chills skiing down the slope of Chloe’s spine.
“You better hope that all is in order with your notes,” Nurse Wall warned cryptically.
Chloe frowned, confused, but was in no mood to deal with her nasty supervisor. She wanted to go home, get into bed, and pull the covers over her head. She felt miserable and just needed to block out the world for a chunk of time.
“Dr. Markson requested your patients’ charts from medical records,” her supervisor informed her, flashing a honeyed smile. Chloe saw an elated gleam swirling in her brown eyes. “He’s checking up on you. Perhaps you’re not the fabulous nurse everyone thinks you are! You can’t fool everyone, Chloe. One day everyone will see.”
Chloe star ed after her as she walked off. She couldn’t help thinking of the evil witch in the Wizard of Oz , rubbing her hands together and cackling, ‘I’ll get you my pretty…’ She shuddered. ‘Witch Wall’ was an apt name.
What was the woman talking about? Dr. Markson had told her he’d already read her notes. Why would he be checking up on her? Was that the reason he’d completely ignored her when he’d made rounds a short while ago? She felt a frisson of dread skim through her, settling beneath her breasts. Why would he request more of her charts? Did it have to do with his theory about Mr. Barkley and Mr. Prescott’s deaths, or was he looking for something else? Was he checking up on her? Did he think that she’d been careless, or maybe dangerous? Chloe started to feel panic rumble along her skin. She had to talk to him!
CHAPTER FOUR
Chloe bravely clutched her bag, gripping it with cold fingers as she made her way down the hall to Dr. Markson’s medical suite. She didn’t really know what she would to say to him, but she needed to get some answers as to why he’d requested her notes, why he’d asked her all those questions, and why he was investigating her. Her sturdy white shoes sank silently into the plush carpet as she approached the large mahogany door.
She wasn’t even sure he’d be here, but the resident who she’d spoken to had assured her he was done with morning rounds. The young man seemed annoyed that Dr. Markson had initiated rounds earlier than usual. It was now just after seven and this area of the hospital was desolate. She stopped in front of the door, and before she could change her mind, rapped sharply.
A minute or two passed in silence so she turned to leave. That was when the heavy door swung open and she gazed into the deepest, darkest, midnight-blue eyes she’d ever seen. Her breath felt high-jacked in her lungs, seized by her acute apprehension. Dr. Markson stared back at her, his eyebrows raised in apparent surprise at seeing her. He was wearing his lab coat unbuttoned, displaying a charcoal suit with a grey and red tie underneath. His hair was tussled, like he’d repeatedly run his fingers through it, but the waves were thick, dark, and inviting.
“Nurse Bennett. This is a surprise,” he said smoothly. He took a side step and waved her past him.
Chloe willed her rubber legs to function and followed him
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