The Right Doctor Hawthorne

The two women exchanged glances, and Angelia couldn’t help but smirk. ‘Good morning, Callie,’ Angelia said mockingly. ‘What are you doing here?’ Callie, dressed in her white lab coat, held her head high. ‘I work here,’ she replied evenly. Angelia raised an eyebrow. ‘You look like hell,’ she taunted. Callie’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t let Angelia’s words get to her. ‘Thanks for your concern,’ she said coldly, ‘but the health centre is short-staffed, and I want to help.’ With that, Callie walked past Angelia, who couldn’t resist adding another jab. ‘Do you want to see Major General Westwood?’ she asked, a wicked gleam in her eyes. Callie stopped in her tracks, her heart pounding. Her nails dug into her thigh as she fought to maintain her composure. ‘I don’t need to see him,’ she managed to say, her voice strained. ‘You are Elias’s attending physician. It’s your responsibility to watch over him, just make sure he’s... he’s doing well.’ Angelia smirked triumphantly. ‘Captain Santana ga