AMELIA
Conrad didn't respond. His gaze remained fixed on some invisible object. He wasn't even acknowledging my presence.
“Conrad," I called again, trying not to let my frustration show. He turned to look at me, sighing.
“I called you here to help me dress my wound, not to ask me unimportant questions," he said, his tone calmer than usual.
“But….”
"Just treat it, Amelia. Bandage it. I need to return to the office.”
I squeezed my hands by my side, biting the inside of my cheeks. First, his cold attitude towards me, and now, his dismissive tone. It was all too much. But as a nurse, my priority was clear. I couldn't mix my personal life with my work.
I swallowed my frustration, picking up the necessary supplies the nurse had kept behind. My hands worked swiftly, and carefully. I cle
