Daylan's POV
It was the third day. Brie was feeling a bit better, but I was still concerned. Whatever she tried to eat, she would vomit but bland meals she was able to keep down. Coffee is still out. I asked Tabitha to keep an eye on her while I worked, and she was more than happy to be there with Brie.
As I sat in thought at my desk, thinking about Brie, there was a knock on the door, "Come in," I called out. The door opened and Timothy appeared. I furrowed my brows, but anger resurfaced about what he had done to Brie.
"I wanted to discuss the project," he said as he entered, closing the door behind him.
"Well, if you made an appointment, then we could have discussed it better. I do have patients that I will be seeing. So, this is really not a great time." I shifted in my seat, try
