"Are you okay?"
Inside the nurses’ room, one of the nurses glanced at her colleague with concern.
The nurse in question looked up just as the other dragged a chair closer to take her break.
"You haven’t looked well since you came in this morning," the second nurse pointed out. "You’re pale. If you’re sick, you should call in."
The first nurse forced a smile.
"We’re already short-staffed," she said, clasping her hands together to stop them from shaking.
Her colleague studied her for a moment before tilting her head.
"Is it because this is your first time handling a patient from the executive unit?" she asked with a faint smile. "That’s normal. I was nervous too when I first got assigned to that floor. You know how it is. Those people are very important, and one mistake could ruin our entire career."
The nurse assigned to the executive unit pressed her lips together.
She said nothing.
She only nodded.
"Oh." She glanced at her watch and forced a wider smile. "It’s almost time to check the patient’s vitals. I’ll see you later."
"Mhm." Her colleague nodded while opening her snacks.
But before the first nurse could leave, she called out again.
"Hey."
The pale nurse stopped by the door and looked back.
"Don’t be too nervous," her colleague said. "Your patient is still a patient. As long as you do your job right, you’ll be fine."
The pale nurse licked her dry lips.
For the first time that morning, the small smile on her face became almost genuine.
"Thanks," she said quietly.
Then she stepped out.
Once outside, she took a deep breath and clasped her hands together again.
They were still shaking.
She wasn’t calm — not even close.
But she forced herself to move, walking briskly toward the nurses’ station to complete her tasks. Those tasks included checking on several patients, including one who had been admitted the day before.
Tommy.
The nurse quietly made her way to the executive floor, where the hospital’s most important and influential patients were admitted.
Guards stood everywhere.
Their presence alone was enough to show how important the man she was about to see truly was.
But to someone like her, who was more important?
Her patient?
Her own life?
Or her family’s?
Her hand trembled as she stopped in front of Tommy’s door. Her heart hammered violently against her ribs. After drawing one more deep breath, she knocked.
A moment later, she slid the door open and stepped inside with a smile.
Inside the room, one of the patient’s guardians appeared to have just ended a phone call.
"I’ll check on the patient and administer his medicine," she announced, her voice small and carefully polite.
Lucian tucked his phone away.
He remained seated, but his eyes followed her every move.
The nurse checked Tommy’s IV and the monitors beside his bed in silence. Even without looking, she could feel Lucian’s gaze pressing against her back.
After a moment, she glanced at him and offered a small smile before reaching for her tray.
She picked up a vial and then a syringe.
Lucian’s eyes narrowed, his attention on her trembling hand.
He watched her a moment longer.
Just as she was about to inject the medicine into Tommy’s IV, his voice cut through the room.
"What is that?"
The nurse’s breath hitched, and her entire body stiffened.


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