“Okay. Fine. I’m sorry, alright?”
He says and I stare at him suspiciously.
That apology sounded physically painful for him.
“Would you just please help me?”
He asks tightly.
For a second I consider saying no purely out of spite, but then my eyes drift back to the blood soaking through the gauze again and my annoyance softens slightly beneath my frustration, because fortunately for him… I’m still a doctor and I want to help people.
I sigh loudly.
“You’re lucky I take my job seriously.”
I mutter and he rolls his eyes.
“I’m thrilled.”
He mutters dryly and I glare at him again.
“One more rude comment and I’m leaving.”
I warn him with a glare and he holds up both of his hands slightly.
“Fine. I won't do it again.”
He says. I walk back towards him slowly and place my chocolate and
