Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 88

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah**
**Chapter 88**

**Amelia’s POV**

What in the world?!

“May I take a look?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Eve, with a furrowed brow, handed over the prescription, her fingers lingering on the paper as if it held the weight of the world. I leaned in, scrutinizing the scrawled letters and numbers, my heart racing with an unsettling mix of dread and disbelief.

She was absolutely correct, of course. This concoction, while completely safe for humans, could have posed a grave danger to the werewolf patient. But I was aware of that! I had always been meticulous, ensuring that I considered every possible outcome before putting pen to paper on any prescription.

“There’s no way I would have written this,” I asserted defensively, my words tumbling out in a rush. Even on days when my mind wandered, I would never have made such a blunder. Today, in particular, I had been hyper-vigilant, so confident that I wouldn’t slip up.

“Isn’t that your signature?” Eve inquired, stepping closer, her eyes narrowing as she pointed to the bottom of the prescription note. There it was, undeniably my signature, boldly pressed into the page.

Yes, that was my signature, but how on earth had it ended up there? I prided myself on my attention to detail, yet here I was, standing bewildered before my own handiwork.

How could I refute such damning evidence?

I lifted my gaze to meet Eve’s, and the disappointment etched on her face stung more than I anticipated. The others in the room were watching me too, their expressions a cocktail of shame and judgment. A few among them cast pitying glances, but they quickly averted their eyes, as if they couldn’t bear to witness my humiliation.

“I truly don’t know how this happened,” I admitted, my voice trembling slightly.

“Maybe you were still upset with Mr. Blake for yesterday,” Sienna chimed in, her tone a mix of concern and reproach. “You embarrassed yourself when you called him by the wrong name, but to take it out on him like this? That’s pretty low, Amelia.”

“I didn’t…” I began, but the words faltered on my lips. I found myself gazing down at the prescription, at my own signature glaring back at me. It was futile to argue; that was my name, and I had indeed done this, regardless of the fog clouding my memory. “It wasn’t done with malice,” I managed to assert, my voice firmer this time.

“Perhaps not,” Eve replied, her tone grave. “But this mistake could have cost a man his life.” She sighed, shaking her head slowly, her disappointment palpable. “I trusted you, Amelia—perhaps too hastily. The dynamics between the human realm and this one are vastly different. You need more time to acclimate. For now, I think it’s best if you focus solely on clerical work.”

“I’d be happy to, Healer Eve,” Sienna replied, her enthusiasm evident.

As everyone began to file into the breakroom for lunch, I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me. The thought of joining them for a meal was unbearable; my appetite had vanished entirely. Instead, I slipped away to the records room, seeking refuge in solitude.

I had been too ashamed to acknowledge Cara, who had remained dutifully by my side, a silent witness to my humiliation. Perhaps sensing my need for privacy, she stood outside the records room, offering me the space I desperately craved.

Settling down at the desk within the room, I took a deep breath. Though my stomach churned with unease, I decided to use my lunch hour to rest and reflect.

I still yearned to contribute to the hospital, and I knew I could be of service through clerical work, maintaining files and drafting correspondence. Processing prescriptions and treatment plans was still within my grasp.

But given the chaos that had unfolded over the past few days, I couldn’t shake the feeling of doubt that lingered in my mind. I had made a significant error, and it was imperative that I faced the consequences of my actions.