Rose POV
Did he just seriously say that I have to work when I'm ill? I'm dying of cancer and I've told him how I feel and yet he just throws me to the curb like I'm trash. He says to be at work for nine with a back coffee with no sugar. I guess I have to set my damn alarm clock for six thirty. He irritates the hell out of me. I just want to punch a wall.
I kept on holding into my frustrations even when dr Valentino came in. He did some blood tests and questioned me. He asked me about family genetics, symptoms and other related things. Then checked my pulse and blood pressure.
He was very professional which agitated me a bit because he wouldn't talk about other things just merely medical things relating to the cancer I had.
I wish mr Brooke was now back in here. This man here is a ni
