I walked out of the patient's room, carrying the chart in my hand and going through it.
I instructed the nurse beside me on what to do to one of the patients in the chart.
I came to a pause when someone stopped in front of me. I was forced to lift my head from the book, and in front of me was Marta.
Oh, great.
"Do you need something, Doctor Monroe?" I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.
"Yes." She had a dubious smile on her face. "How has life been without your best friend being close to you?"
I widened my eyes at her. Was she really going to do this in front of a nurse.
Turning to the nurse beside me, I dismissed her.
"What is wrong with you, Marta?" I shook my head.
"Why don't you tell me? I mean, it's been two days since he was kicked out of the pack. How do you think tha
