Blanche's POV
When I switched my phone back on, countless missed calls flooded the screen.
Quinton and Amber had called. So had the hospital director. Even Demetrius had tried reaching me.
I'd been scheduled for afternoon clinic duty, but I'd disappeared without explanation.
The hospital would definitely discipline me. I prepared for the worst—getting fired.
From inside the taxi, I called the director back.
"Laird."
"Blanche, are you all right?" His voice held no anger, just steady calm.
I was caught off guard, speechless for a moment.
Then Director Dominic's tone grew gentle with worry. "How are you feeling? Any improvement?"
I was even more bewildered. "What do you mean?"
The director sounded apologetic. "I haven't been looking out for you properly. You had a fever, and I still loaded you with work. Here's what we'll do—take a few days off. Get proper rest at home."
At first, I didn't grasp what he meant, thinking he was hinting at something else.
