Forty- Five

Zyrielle's POV.

The drive to the hospital was almost akin to a cemetery. The only sign of livelihood was the soft music playing in the background. When I talked about soft, I meant it in every way.

"So, Dr Sanchez, huh?" He began and my brows furrowed at his line of questioning. There was something wrong with the way he spoke about it.

"Mhmm, Dr Sanchez. Do you have a problem with him?" I inquired but was rewarded with a shrug which I didn't know what to classify it as. For all I knew, they had never met so his question was a bit foreign to me.

"No, I've just been thinking." He answered and I was a bit miffed by his question. "I was only wondering why out of every Doctor in the state you chose him. I understand that he might have been your family doctor and what not, understand the Dynamics and what convinced you to trust him so much." He replied.

Having dealt with Lucas, I was more attuned to the inaction of certain people. "Yeah, he has proven to be a great doctor over the years