“The hospital is a hive mind,” she explained. “We all have our share to do and we don’t stray from it because it’s the work we agreed to. But,” she sighed, “the patients that come in aren’t of that same mind. They don’t see what we’re trying to do and the uniform way we do it. They’re like children.”Daniel nodded while he sat beside her in a set of chairs that were fastened to the wall.
“...I know that sounds stupid of me to say being I was a child in here, on this floor,” Olivia said, hesitating in her response.
“You’re different than that guy,” Daniel pushed. “And I’ve seen Rosaline be understanding, she did come into the shop…”
Olivia nodded, then stopped.
“What shop? Wait, she knew you were here and didn’t say a word?”
“Isabelle’s candle works, and I’m pretty sure she didn’t,”
