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Noble intentions
These 2 last chapters are part of the book 2: Impossible love in London, the story of Hazel White and Andrew Grimaldi, a prince of Monaco. Hope you enjoy these first words.
Chapter 1
Noble intentionsHailey
Sats at 78 percent. Blood pressure at 10 x 7. The patient is hypotensive and his saturation is not very good. He's an elderly man who arrived at the emergency room with a head injury. Apparently, according to his relatives, he slipped in the bathroom and, without any support bar, fell with all his might. I report to my superior, Andrew. I take a deep breath. I'm tired of this shift. It's been 24 hours. "What should you do then, Miss Hailey?" he asks.I'm standing next to two other fellow residents. Dana, who wears a white scarf even inside the hospital, when in fact, the snow is outside. However, if you look closely, the ice is also coming from Andrew's gaze, which makes everything colder. On my other side iRelated chapters
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