Zephyr’s pulse stuttered. While still trying to process the news, Aiden turned to Ashley who seemed restless.
He had a frown on his face. “That patient needed delicate surgical attention. Why didn’t you guys bring him in?”
“I… I had no idea,” Ashley started, her voice was sharp yet frightened. “Dr. Rowan said there wasn't time. If we hadn't done something soon he'd be dead.”
“Gosh!” Aiden hissed. He turned, brushing his fingers through his hair before he fastened his gaze back on her. “Take me to the patient. Now!” He barked.
Ashley's eyes trembled. She flashed a glance at Zephyr, and then turned for the stairs.
It was a matter of minutes when they arrived at the patient room.
Zephyr walked in after Aiden and Ashley.
“Dr. Rowan. Zephyr’s here,” Ashley said.
Zephyr’s gaze drifted
