Layla
I shouldn’t love Dalton’s dominance and force as much as I do. My ears are still ringing with his praise as I spend the next several hours tending to my aunt. She’s sleeping soundly, peacefully. All of her stats are still in the green. I read over Bailey’s notes, which she’d written on a notepad instead of typing them into the tablet. When we decided to take her off the two suspicious medications, we’d hatched a plan. We’re going to take notes on paper, something we can hide or destroy so it doesn’t fall into Vera’s hands.
I don’t know Vera well enough to say she has a good handle on her pharmaceutical knowledge, but she’s been a nurse for decades according to Bailey. I’m under the impression she’ll notice we switched out the IV medication for saline and the pills Aunt Penny alrea
