Zephyr's stomach churned. He let his hands fall to his sides. The hallway felt colder than usual, but the threat from Dr. Ethan was worse. What if the staff hated the idea? What if he lost his job?
Zephyr's mind raced with the possibilities. He leaned against the wall. His eyebrows furrowed as he thought about the rent for his apartment, his next meal.
He sighed, brushing his fingers through his hair. Then his ears caught the sound of chattering iron from inside the patient room. He immediately stepped back in and found Sylvia restless. Her gaze was unfocused and weary, and she was attempting to leave the bed.
“Miss Russell, please stop,” Zephyr said, taking quick strides to her side. He held her hands. “Sylvia, you need to…”
A knock on the door stopped him. He turned just as it swung
