Elaris's POV
I forced my mind to the task at hand and never let his presence by the door bother me. I moved from bed to bed, going through the patients' medical charts that had already been prepared by my nurses, and I attended to the patients one after another.
After a while, I had completely forgotten there was a bastard, leaning onto the doorframe, watching me continuously like a hawk while chugging whiskey like it was water.
My shoulders were stiff, my hands weak as I turned around after the very hectic rounds. I moved for the door.
He threw the bottle to his lips and stared at me over the rim. He smacked his lips, cleaning off the alcohol that wetted his lips with his sleeves.
He followed my walk past him with a mocking smile. "Seems you really know how to do your job. You aren't a waste of investment after all." He grunted.
