Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 85

**Title: Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah**

**Chapter 85**

With the day’s agenda packed tighter than a can of sardines, I found myself without the luxury of crafting a new checklist. Instead, I had to rely solely on my memory to navigate the hours ahead. Yet, barely an hour had passed when I realized I had misplaced a document of utmost importance—test results from a patient. My heart sank.

As I entered the exam room, I felt a wave of mortification wash over me. How could I face the patient without their results? I could feel the weight of their anticipation pressing down on me, heavy and suffocating. “Just a moment,” I stuttered, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace, before slipping out to reprint the document from the computer.

Sienna, who trailed behind me like a shadow, offered no consolation. Instead, her words dripped with sarcasm. “You’re really slipping today, Amelia. Maybe it’s time to pack up and head home.”

I clenched my jaw, fighting against the rising tide of frustration. “I don’t need to go home. It’s just a few mistakes,” I insisted, though the truth gnawed at me. How could I keep tripping over my own feet? Was I really that reliant on my checklist? Or had losing it triggered an avalanche of blunders that seemed to follow me like a dark cloud?

Sienna simply shrugged, her indifference palpable.

After delivering the test results to the patient—who, thankfully, was understanding—I moved on to the next one, hoping for a smoother encounter.

This time, the patient’s file hung in a plastic box beside the door, waiting for me like a beacon. I plucked it out and skimmed through the details, even taking a moment to show it to Sienna. She barely spared it a glance, her disinterest clear as day.

We stepped into the exam room, and I greeted the man seated there with a practiced smile. “Good evening, Mr. Rodgers,” I said, recalling the name from the file.

His expression shifted to one of irritation. “Mr. Rodgers? Who the hell is that? I’m Mr. Blake!”

I felt my stomach drop. Surely, the name in the file was Mr. Rodgers. I fumbled to open it again, my heart racing. Yes, there it was, bold and clear. But had I really grabbed the wrong file? What was happening to me today?

“Forgive me,” I stammered, attempting to brush off the blunder with a wave of my hand. “It appears I’ve accidentally taken the wrong file.”

The patient huffed, his frustration palpable. “And I’m supposed to trust you with my care? You don’t even know who I am!” He muttered under his breath, “This is what happens when they let unqualified humans onto the staff… This hospital is going downhill.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks, a fierce blush of shame. “Please excuse me,” I managed to say, retreating from the room as if the walls were closing in on me. I longed to prove my worth to the team, to show that I was an asset to the hospital. Yet, blunders like this only served to undermine my efforts.

“That was pretty bad,” Sienna remarked, her voice laced with amusement as she joined me outside the room. “You really are off today. Did you grab the wrong file?”

“It was the only one in the—” I began, but then caught sight of the box again. To my surprise, a different file now rested inside. I reached for it, my heart pounding, and opened it to find Mr. Blake’s details staring back at me.

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