QUEEN’s CARE HOSPITAL
Janice stood outside the ward room in the hallway, tapping her feet impatiently. She checked the time to be sure Chantelle wouldn’t be looking for her already. The last thing she wants is to have her friend worry over anything. Some minutes later, the one she had been waiting for showed up, walking down the hallway. Bryson was so engrossed, staring at his phone screen, that he almost didn’t notice the person standing in his way.
He raised his head, a cross look on his face. “Who are you?”
She laughed dryly, biting down on her lips. Janice already expected the rude response, so it didn’t hurt. “Why am I not surprised you are asking that question despite being in the same space twice? Well, I am pleased to introduce myself to you. I am Janice, Chantelle’s best frien
