When Rose arrived at the clinic, she knew things were going to be hectic. Her night shifts at the ER were rarely anything but chaotic.
Heavens, she could already hear two ambulances blaring their way.
She barely had enough time to change before she reported to the ER.
“You’re in triage, Rose,” Layla, an older nurse whom she respected, let out at the sight of her.
Layla, was not just an older nurse though, she was the one who usually took of the dangerous mafia boss who had come to mean so much to Rose.
“Sure,” Rose nodded, and got to work without delay.
The paramedics soon filed in, bringing in an unconscious woman, who looked like she had the most unpleasant encounter ever.
A white lab-coat was covering her, and upon inspecting her, while listening to the paramedics, Rose had the scare of her life.
“We found Scarlett Morny, battered and raped, in her own home,” the way the words were spoken were ominous. “And the only reason why we had been called in was because the neighbors had cal
