Reina was still stupor after running from O.R 4 to O.R 2, then checking the other traumatic patients, and doing her regular rounds since she took Vander's rounds. She looked at the wall clock and frown. It was past two in the morning.
"Why did I because a Doctor?" She grumbled. Her eyebrows met each other.
"What a sober salient performance." Mr. A chuckles and puts a huge mug of fresh milk on the table beside Reina who slummed herself on the black leather settee.
"This is your fault." She murmured and buried her face more on the soft pillow. "I'm tired. Gimme a break."
"Eh? Why did it become my fault now? It was not me who decided to take Vander's rounds." Mr. A debunks and sipped his black tea. " I'm not the one who decided that." He repeated, sibiliting every words.
Reina raised
