Exhaling deeply, Amelia cleared the dishes and walked into the kitchen, hearing a bout of severe coughing as she washed the plates.
She frowned, thinking he was reaping what he had sowed. Despite being a medical student, he had no regard for his health. His gruesome coughing was not deserving of any sympathy.
Into the neon-lit night, a man stood with one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cigarette and a phone to his ear. He hinted a conversation interspersed with coughs, whispering into the phone, "Mason, get the guys to find Gabriel White. Bring him to Ashton within a week."
"I thought you had an emergency. All this hassle for such a trivial matter? I'm right in the middle of a surgery."
"Amelia's grandmother passed away. We need Gabriel to come back for the funeral."
"What? You're talking about Master Foster's grandmother… Don't worry, I'll arrange it immediately. I ensure you get your wish. By the way, are you with Master Foster now?"
