FIONA
Everything came to a violent, gut wrenching head three days later.
Morning rounds were also crowded. Nearly a dozen physicians and medical students would stand around a patient’s bed discussing complicated illnesses and how best they might be managed.
As always, I was forced to linger near the back of the group, observing quietly but not allowed to contribute.
The senior physician leading the discussion, a man named Doctor Alvestin, was one of the few physicians who hated me almost as much as Ethan’s uncle did.
I did not expect to even be let close enough to see the patient. And so when I heard my name, my stomach dropped straight down to the floor and when I failed to respond immediately, he glanced at me with obvious irritation.
“Lady Fiona,” he said loudly and every head tur
