Chapter 28

Lyla

I adjust the pillow under Miss Rosenthal's head one last time, then quietly exit the dimly lit room. She is my last patient of the day and I for one, cannot wait until I can get out of here.

Walking over to Ben, I hand him the chart from Miss Rosenthal's room and lean against the wall while he reads it over and signs off on her checklist.

"You look drained Ly. You doing okay?"

"Oh yeah, you know me. After being yelled at by Miss Rosenthal and being told that I am incompetent and brainless, I get to now go to her family that has already tried throwing a chair at me because apparently, no one had told them about her needing to stay the night here after her stroke."

"Hang in there. I know it's a busy night for us, but if it weren't can you imagine all the boredom you would feel right now?" Ben chuckles and I swear he is about ten seconds away from me grabbing his fancy expensive pen and stabbing him in his jugular.

"Hardy har har, you're developing a personality in your old age