Irene’s POV:
Everything was annoying. Maybe I was having just a bad day. Or perhaps it were his words that made me feel like this.
I was working in the hospital during my clinical hours. Holding a file in my hand, I rolled my eyes at the memory of his words. I shrugged my head for the thousandth time this day, to clear my mind of what he said this morning.
“Is everything alright?” I heard a masculine voice.
The file in my hand was masking his view. He was in his twenties. Had some minor fractures. And it would be no exaggeration if I said that he was pretty handsome. His features were soft.
“Yeah.” I stuttered a bit.
“Alcohol is out of your system. And your injuries are better too.” I explained to him. Sliding out the steth that was around my neck. I bent a little examine his chest
