“Damian!” Oliver yelled as the group barged into the room he was in.
Damian and the patient both turned to face the group. Damian had a frown on his face, while the female patient looked surprised. Maybe they weren’t in the best situation right now, but they had to know, and well, if she wasn’t dying, she could wait a couple of minutes.
“Can I not get a break from you even when I’m at work?” he snapped as he scowled at the group before forcing an awkward smile at the patient staring at the group awkwardly.
“No. We need to talk right now,” Oliver said, ignoring the woman who had tried to speak multiple times yet had failed to get the words out of her mouth.
“I have a patient,” he snapped, pointing to the woman with long dark hair in the hospital gown. She awkwardly waved at the group.
