A familiar signature
Seth
I pushed the door open and stepped into Room 214.
The patient was awake, his eyes following me immediately. He looked exhausted, but conscious, which was already a relief. I walked toward the bed, picking up the chart from the end of it while Lydia followed closely behind me.
“Good morning,” I said.
The man gave a weak smile. “Doctor.”
I nodded and looked through his latest results.
For a few seconds, I said nothing.
Everything appeared normal at first glance. His vitals were stable, his blood pressure was improving, and the medication chart showed that he'd already been given something to help regulate his condition.
Then I noticed the change.
My eyes narrowed.
“Who prescribed this?”
Lydia stepped closer and looked at the chart.
“Dr. Donalds.”
I di
