Chapter 66
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Chapter 66:
“Are you kidding me?” one of the nurses hissed. “First the billionaire, now the new star surgeon? What kind of voodoo is she using?”
Melanie didn’t answer. She was staring at Caroline’s face. She saw the way Caroline’s tense shoulders relaxed as Julian spoke to her. She saw the genuine, soft smile Caroline gave him.
It was a smile Caroline had never given anyone on the floor.
Julian leaned closer to Caroline across the small table. “I heard about the write-up this morning,” he said softly. “If they are bullying you, Caroline, you can tell me. I have authority here now.”
Caroline shook her head quickly. “No, Julian. Please. Don’t get involved. It will only make it worse.”
Julian looked at her for a long moment. He saw the fear in her eyes. He nodded slowly, changing the subject to a funny story about his morning rounds.
Melanie watched them laugh. A dark, venomous hatred boiled over in her chest.
D𝗂ѕ𝘤𝘰𝘃𝘦𝗋 𝗇е𝘸 𝘴𝘁оr𝗂𝗲𝘀 𝗈𝗻 𝗀a𝗹n𝘰𝗏𝗲l𝘀.c𝗈𝘮
She stood up abruptly. She grabbed her tray and marched toward the trash cans. She slammed the plastic tray into the bin with a violent crash.
She looked back at Caroline’s corner. Her eyes narrowed into slits.
A vicious, highly calculated plan began to form in Melanie’s mind. She was going to destroy Caroline Thompson, and she was going to do it today.
At 2:00 PM, Caroline walked back to the nurses’ station.
She looked at the assignment whiteboard. Her name had been erased and rewritten at the very bottom. Next to it was a massive list of room numbers in the ICU.
“Tammy has a stomach ache,” the charge nurse said without looking up from her screen. “You’re on the heavy med cart for the afternoon. All the IV pushes for Ward 3.”
Caroline’s jaw tightened. Ward 3 was the intensive care unit. The med cart for that ward was a massive, heavy metal beast loaded with critical, high-risk medications.
She didn’t argue. She walked into the pharmacy prep room.
She spent twenty minutes carefully checking the labels on dozens of glass vials and plastic IV bags, loading them onto the metal shelves of the cart.
She grabbed the heavy handle and pushed. The cart groaned, its rubber wheels squeaking loudly against the linoleum floor.
Caroline’s arms ached. The lack of sleep was catching up to her. Her vision blurred slightly at the edges.
She pushed the cart out of the prep room and started down the long, sterile white corridor toward the ICU.
As she passed the break room, she saw Melanie and Tammy standing by the door, holding coffee cups.
Melanie watched Caroline struggle with the heavy cart. A cold, predatory smirk touched her lips. She nudged Tammy with her elbow.
“Let’s go,” Melanie whispered.
The two nurses set their cups down and stepped out into the hallway. They began to walk, keeping a distance of about thirty feet behind Caroline.
Caroline kept her head down, pushing the cart.
But her ingrained hyper-vigilance never slept. Even completely exhausted, her situational awareness remained razor-sharp.
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