LYRIC
Moments later, I left the man's room feeling more troubled. Guinevere was waiting just around the corner and watched me with beady eyes.
"Did you cry?" She looked confused.
I sniffled, shaking my head. "The man and I...we just had a light talk."
"So, what did he say? Did you treat him? I'm confused because Marta insisted it was her."
This was so difficult. But I needed to start clearing my tracks if I wanted to live.
"It was Marta. Yesterday, while going on my rounds, I briefly checked on Mr. Pete. I didn't know he was already regaining consciousness. That must've been when Marta already... you know? Worked on him. I was the first doctor he saw. So, he just concluded it must be me." It was getting easier to lie by the day.
Definitely not a good thing.
"Oh. I see." Guinevere n
