CHAPTER 38
ISABELLE’S POV
It’s been a whole week now since Rob had walked out of my apartment. No calls, no text, just silence.
That one week felt maddening. All I could only think about was having Rob back into my arms again.
But time—it was of the essence. I need not rush things at this vulnerable point in time.
Jenna herself hadn't gotten better, rather she got worse with every dose I administered.
I tucked away a few strands of hair that hung out from the edge of my nurses cap and pulled the mask higher over my face.
It was evening now and I walked past the nurses station, wheeling across a cart of medications, which only made my role seem realistic.
After visiting hours most nurses on duty never bothered to check the patients rooms after they’ve administered their doses
