SAMANTHA'S POV
Vincent is not himself. I have never seen him this loss, this restless before. It’s been fifteen minutes since he went to shower, but he has not come out of the bathroom yet. I can hear the water running from inside, and it’s not likely that he would be finished anytime soon.
The door opened. I thought it was Samuel, but it was Dr. Singh, Dr. Smith, and a nurse.
“Good evening. We’re just doing some rounds. Where is Mr. Vincent Mendez?”
“Ahm. He’s in the shower.”
“Oh, okay. So may we?” She said, gesturing towards Mrs. Mendez’s bed.”
“Yeah, sure.”
The nurse checked the IV drip, took Mrs. Mendez’s temperature, and I think checked the amputated leg for some bleeding. All the while, Dr. Smith was writing some things on the chart. Dr. Singh instructed her to include th
