I pushed through the crowd. Damian was sitting in a wheelchair, looking pale.
Bianca was standing in front of him, berating a group of medical staff. I asked, "What's going on?"
Everyone turned to look at me. Bianca froze for a second when she saw me, then her expression turned mocking.
"Oh, if it isn't Ms. Shaw. What is this? Have you become a nursing aide at the hospital?"
The Head Nurse quickly interjected, "This is Ms. Shaw, our hospital's specially appointed consultant for the service system."
"Consultant?" Bianca raised an eyebrow. "Her?"
Damian looked up, a flash of astonishment in his eyes as he met my gaze. Ignoring Bianca, I asked the Head Nurse, "What's the situation?"
She handed me a tablet. "Mr. Cross had an appointment with Doctor Harlow from the Neurology Department f
