Chapter 201: How to Break a Saint
Queen’s Hospital was quiet this time of night. The fluorescent lights in the hallways buzzed faintly, casting a dull white glow over the tiled floors. Most of the staff had either gone home or were huddled away in break rooms, trying to catch some rest between shifts.
The only sound breaking the stillness was the click of Silas’s shoes. He walked with his usual calm, his white coat swaying slightly with each step. His brown eyes were unreadable, fixed straight ahead as he moved through the dim corridor. He didn’t glance at the nurses who passed him, didn’t acknowledge the whispers that trailed in his wake. Ever since the scandal at the pharmacy had erupted, the looks thrown his way were cold at best, hostile at worst.
But Silas didn’t flinch. He didn’t bow his head. He never had.
He pushed open the pavilion door and stepped inside. The air inside was warmer, stuffier. The faint smell of instant coffee and antiseptic hung in the air. A couple of resident doctors were lounging on the couches, some scrolling their phones, others dozing off.
A few heads turned his way. Their gazes lingered just a second too long.
He ignored them.
Silas walked slowly toward the far side of the room where the neurologist’s break room was tucked behind a wooden door. He pushed it open and stepped inside.
There was only one person in the room. A man with long brown hair tied back in a loose ponytail was sprawled out on one of the narrow couches, a medical journal laid open on his chest. He lifted a hand lazily as Silas entered.
"Hey," he said, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion.
Silas nodded, shutting the door behind him. He took off his white coat, folding it neatly over the back of a chair before sitting down.
"Still dumping their tough cases on you?" the man asked, stretching one leg over the armrest and yawning. "They treat you like some overpaid intern these days."