Rose was resting, still exhausted from her tumultuous night shift, when she received a call from the head nurse. For a moment there, she wondered what could possibly be wrong – the head nurse never called her – before taking the call, “Hello Elizabeth.” “Hello Rose,” the older woman greeted her in a soft tone of voice, “how have you been?” “I’m good. Thanks,” Rose tried not to show how unsettled she was by the call or how curious she was. “Can you come to the clinic to cover today’s night shift?” The woman then asked, straight to the point.“Is something wrong?” Rose asked in a concerned tone. If something had happened to one of her fellow nurses, or they had an emergency, they usually called themselves first. “Leila has a sprained ankle and cannot attend to Mr Bianchi,” Elizabeth explained on a discreet sigh. “Mr Bianchi?” Rose echoed after her, paling ever so slightly at the memory of the peculiar and unpleasant patient. “Yes, Roman Bianchi specifically asked for you once he
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