On the second floor in the hospital, Zephyr followed Rowan into the dressing room. His gaze scanned through at the eight persons changing into their surgical attire, before locking on Ryker. The man stood in front of a locker, testing out his surgical gown.
“Excuse me,” Ryker said as soon as he met Zephyr's gaze. His browns locked in a frown, before shifting to Rowan. “What is he doing in here?”
“Ryker, behave,” Rowan answered calmly. “Zephyr’s joining us in the surgical room.”
“What?” Ryker exclaimed, cutting Rowan in-between his statement. He chuckled darkly. “Tell me this is a joke. What could he possibly know about Surgery, he's a medical resident.”
“He's been promoted,” a baritone voice answered. One of the young men who was in the room grabbed his surgical attire and turned to
