Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law

"Who are you? What are you trying to give him?"

The woman flinched and instinctively brought her hand to her face, quickly pulling a mask over her mouth as she shook from the sudden interruption from the man who had just entered the room.

But then, almost just as quickly, she straightened her posture and replied in a sharp, dismissive tone, "The patient is asleep. There’s no need for this ruckus and loud voice.. I’m simply adding the prescribed medication to his IV line, as required."

"What medication? I don’t see anything listed on his chart that needs to be administered right now. Let me take a look." Patrick said as he walked forward slowly.

"Of course it’s not on the chart," the nurse snapped, her voice rising slightly. "The doctor just examined him and gave fresh instructions."

But Patrick shook his head and answered, "I was with the doctor just now, When exactly did he give this order? Because I didn’t hear anything about it."

The woman narrowed her eyes. "Why are you asking so many questions? It’s not like I take pleasure in giving out medicines. I’m just doing my job, following orders, and now you’re standing in my way."

She paused, then added coldly, "If this patient ends up suffering because you delayed his treatment, it’ll be on your head. You’ll be the one responsible."

Patrick’s eyes narrowed as he stepped closer to the bed, putting himself between the woman and the IV stand. He didn’t raise his voice, but his words carried an unmistakable edge. "You still haven’t told me what the medication is. What are you trying to inject? As long as you tell me what it is and who prescribed it, I won’t stop you."