Leonard helped Catherine to a chair, and once they'd both caught their breath, she said, "I still need to do my rounds."
"No," Leonard said. "Keep sitting." And Catherine could tell that he was still angry about the confrontation with the woman.
When Catherine looked up, she saw the director. He was standing near the Nurses' Station. He had his arms crossed across his chest, and he looked angry. Catherine could only assume that he'd seen what had just happened.
Catherine felt helpless. She didn't want to make trouble, but trouble seemed to follow her wherever she went. The director walked over and greeted Leonard. Then he turned to Catherine, frowned, and said, "Catherine, come to my office."
Catherine took one step, and a jolt of pain shot up her leg, which caused her to stumble. Leonard stood up, and Catherine looked at him with a puzzled expression on her face. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Aren't you going to go back?"
Leonard: "No, I'll go with you."
Catherine: "My boss wants to talk to me. Why would you come with me?"
Leonard smiled, but he offered her no explanation. Instead, he repeated what he'd already said: "I'll go with you." Leonard knew that the director was not happy with Catherine, but if he were there, he hoped that the director would go easier on her.
Catherine frowned impatiently and said, "This is my business. Mr. Campbell, it has nothing to do with you." Catherine did not like to be controlled by others. She had only ever been with Leonard because she loved him. She had never been reliant on him, and she didn't intend for that to change now. "Do not follow me!" she hissed.
Catherine turned to follow the director, and despite what she had said, Leonard followed them to the director's office.
When the director saw Leonard, he became visibly upset, so Leonard waited outside - and once the director had Catherine in his office, he closed the door so that Leonard could not hear them talking. Once they were seated, the director looked at Catherine and scolded her, saying, "Catherine, what's the matter with you? You have received many complaints in the past, and now this!"
Catherine listened silently, and when the director was done listing off all of the offenses she'd committed, she lowered her head and admitted that they were all her fault.
The director frowned and said, "This is your last warning. If you mess up again, you will be fired. How did that all start anyway?"
"It was all a big misunderstanding," Catherine explained. "I guess the woman mistook me for someone else. It shouldn't happen again."
The director sighed, and then he said, "Fine. Get out. Don't expect to get a bonus this month." He didn't believe Catherine's explanation.
Catherine: "Okay."
The director: "Let me remind you, if something like this happens again, not even Mr. Campbell will be able to protect you."
Catherine: "I understand. It won't happen again."
After leaving the director's office, Catherine lowered her head and leaned against a wall. Thanks to Leonard, she could be fired at any moment.
When Leonard saw Catherine come out of the director's office, he noticed that she looked confused and upset. He stepped forward and asked her what the director said, but Catherine didn't want to talk to him, and his voice irritated her. Furthermore, she was afraid that is she did say something to him, she would say something unpleasant, so she walked away from him without answering his question.
Catherine's sprained foot hurt a lot, and she couldn't help but frown. Suddenly, Leonard came up from behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist. Catherine looked up at him in shock. "Leonard," she gasped. "What are you doing? We are in a hospital, and my co-workers are watching. Stop it!" Catherine didn't want to be laughed by the onlookers again.
Despite her admonitions, Leonard picked Catherine up and said, "Don't move. I'm not going to put you down.
Catherine cried out in outrage: "Leonard, stop it! Put me down. Now! Or I'll be angry!"
Leonard pretended that he hadn't heard her, and he began to walk down the hallway towards her office. Catherine struggled against him, but it was useless. And, much to her chagrin, the nurses, doctors, and patients eyed her enviously.
Leonard opened the door of the office and put her on the office chair. Then he turned around and took a bottle of medicine and a cotton swab from the cabinet.
Catherine: "Leonard, do you know what the people in the hospital will think of me after what you just did?"
"I know what they will say," Leonard replied. "They will say that I am handsome and muscular, and they will assume that I am your boyfriend. I don't mind."
Catherine stared at Leonard angrily and shouted, "But I mind! I am single now, and I don't want those kinds of rumors about me being spread in the hospital!"
Leonard lifted Catherine's sprained foot, and she screamed as he took off her shoe. "What are you doing?!" she cried.
Leonard put Catherine's foot on his thighs, leaned forward slightly, and pressed her foot against his abdomen for stability. Then he poured the potion on his hand. "I am applying medicine to your sprained ankle. What does it look like?"
Catherine could feel the heat of Leonard's body, which made her feel strange. "I can do that myself!" she shouted.
Leonard ignored her. He rubbed his hands together and began to rub the potion on her ankle. Catherine watched him silently, and she stopped resisting. After everything that had happened, she still longed to be in his tender embrace – and the temptation to give in to him was amplified as he treated her with such gentle kindness. She had longed to be the recipient of his tender embrace for a long time. It was embarrassing to admit that, even to herself, but it was impossible to deny.