Catherine’s POV
“Good morning, Dr Williams,” One of the young resident doctors whose name I had forgotten greeted me, as I strolled into the male ward.
“Morning,” I nodded, and continued on my path to see my patient who was scheduled to be discharged tomorrow.
My patient, a middle-aged welder who had fallen from his motorbike and had gotten a nerve strain in his brain, was fast asleep, and as I didn't want to disturb him, I decided to come back when he was awake.
“Uhm, Dr Williams,” The resident doctor uttered, as I turned to leave the ward
“Yes?” I responded.
“My name is Kayla Simpson and I have a favor to ask from you,” She said, to which I furrowed my brows.
“What favor is that?”
“We all know you are one of the best neurosurgeons in America, if not in the world,” She began, an
