Isabella’s POV
“I'll leave you to your business, May.” I greeted her with half before I turned on my heel and disappeared into the room again.
That was hours ago.
About four earlier she had asked me that ridiculous question.
‘It would only seem fair.’ her last words ached me the most.
How dare she!
I wiped my forehead of the stress I accumulated through the day, my last patient waving me off as she closed the door.
“Thank goodness,” I muttered. My shift was over, and I was ready to go home.
I cleaned the room a little bit, taking the litters of biscuits the patients had left behind but the sound of muted gossip from the nurses in the hallways as they clustered nearby hit my ears like shards of glass.
“Have you heard?” one of them whispered just loud enough for me to catch. “She’s
