"Already, Trish?" Eshe sighs heavily as Damien places the blanket in her lap.
“C'mon, let's move away from her door," the nurse gestures to them while heading to the counter.
“Word through the grapevine is that the last doctor in administration that knew your family is retiring. And since the Oncology Department is expanding this year, they're going to cut funding in other departments." The worry on Trish's face makes Eshe scrunch her eyebrows.
“I don't understand what that has to do with us, Trish" Eshe folds her hands in her lap.
“It means, the last person in charge of making sure Nia's file stayed under the radar is leaving. If our department loses funding, they're going to investigate all the patients' history and time here. Did y'all ever make a backup plan?" Trish gets in Eshe's
