Truthfully, I was still feeling anxious.
But Andrew was our rescuer, and his word held weight.
There are times you accept whatâs out of your control.
Pushing down my disappointment, I managed a smile.
âThank you very much, Mr.
Pierce.
â
âYouâre welcome,â Andrew replied before leaving quietly.
The nurse then approached to change my dressing.
A cold prickle ran down my spine as I saw the coldness in her eyes.
Even the clatter of the medicine tray seemed deliberate.
My brow furrowed.
Had I done something to offend her?
My muddled memories offered no answer.
As Andrew mentioned, Iâd been unconscious for days.
There was no way I could have crossed paths with this nurse before.
So, why was she being hostile?
Ivy picked up on the tension too.
âHoney, somethingâs wrong with her, right? We havenât done anything, and sheâs acting hostile.
Itâs ridiculous!â
I offered a helpless shrug.
âMaybe weâre reading too much into it.
â
Women understood the struggles women faced, and I refused to see her as competition.
I hoped she felt the same way.
But that hope vanished quickly.
The nurseâs rough touch as she changed my dressing was definitely deliberate.
âOuch!â The pain ripped a cry from my lips.
Wincing at the raw wound, I pleaded softly, âCould you please be gentler?â
Her scornful glance met mine before she snapped back, âYouâre a half-blood witch, but you canât even handle a Little pain? Yet you still hold delusions about Mr.
Pierce with such weak power.
Pathetic.
â
Her open hostility hardened my face.
I had no intention to make enemies, but I wouldnât be walked over.
I met her gaze, my voice firm and cold.
âIs this how you treat patients? Mocking, rough handling-is that your idea of professional care?â
My retort surprised her into silence.
I pressed on.
Pushing her hand away, I said flatly, âSomeone else can handle the dressing.
If youâre unwilling, Iâll ask Mr.
Pierce for another nurse.
â
Panic flickered across the nurseâs face at the threat of replacement.
âIâm sorry!â Her voice turned pleading.
âPlease, donât do this.
Mr.
Pierce will blame me!â
Surprise flickered in me.
The nurse feared Andrew that much?
My suspicions about his powerful position were all but confirmed.
Calebâs POV:
Seeing the nurse plead for mercy, I seized the chance.