Nathalia POV
After a week, my bare clinic had become livelier. Cabinets and drawers were filled with stuff and posters were put up on the wall. The weighing scale and height rods were placed up beside a wall. A wheelchair propped on one side. The beds have privacy screens in between.
Looking at it right now, I can say that I am so proud of myself.
I had been busy going in and out of the palace to buy more stuff, but I made sure to go back as soon as possible. I don’t want another episode that staff has to call us up to inform us of an emergency.
Poor Jerry. From that time he cried on my shoulder, I have been checking up on him regularly. I would visit him after breakfast and replace the flowers in the vase I had placed by the window. I refrained on putting it on his desk as
