JANE
The doctor's brow narrowed as he looked at me from head to toe, his gaze piercing. With a contemptuous glare, he snapped at me, his words like icy daggers,
"Are you blind? Can't you see I was about to retire for the night?"
"I know, doctor. I know. But..."
"No buts," he interrupted sharply, dismissing my plea with a casual wave of his hand. Turning away from me, he added, "It's late. And I'm cold. I need my wife's comfort. Take your friend back and return tomorrow morning. I'll attend to her then."
His callous words sent a chill down my spine, every hair on my body standing on end like frozen sculptures. Rachel was seriously ill and her condition seemed to be worsening with each passing second. How could she stay unattended to till morning?
What if she dies before then? The tho
