Blanche's POV
Amara screamed at the department head through her phone before slamming it down hard.
She hurled her phone onto my hospital bed, but when she looked at me, worry replaced her anger. She pulled me close and said, "What an absolute asshole. We're done with this place. Fuck that job."
Getting torn apart by management was nothing new for doctors—I'd stopped caring about it years ago.
But seeing how fiercely Amara defended me made my eyes burn with unexpected tears.
Right then, my phone buzzed to life.
Amara figured the hospital was calling me back and grabbed my phone, ready to tear them apart. But when she saw the caller ID, her rage melted away instantly.
She passed the phone to me. "It's Amber."
My stomach dropped at Amber's name.
Panic shot through me, cold and sharp.
Was Amber calling because she'd already discovered something?
My hands shook as I answered. "Hello, Amber."
