Over at Richelle Dunn's end, she was genuinely busy.
Since she, her master, and the medical team had landed, there had been no respite from the flood of critically injured patients brought in for emergency care and surgery.
When she texted back Roy Lewis, it was right after she had come off the operating table, having not even had a chance to take a sip of water. Seeing that her phone briefly had a signal, she quickly sent a response.
After sending her response, the signal cut off again.
Like the other medical staff who were rotated out, she collapsed in the corridor of the ER, her head resting against the wall, closing her eyes to take a brief reprieve.
But even when she was this worn-out, the image of Roy and that beautiful young woman wouldn't leave her alone, circling in her mind like a movie on repeat.
Damn it!
Richelle muttered inwardly, opened her eyes, propped herself up, and stood.
"Dr. Dunn, you haven't had anything to eat yet, have you?"
