But I didn’t have a chance to reply because my mother steamrollered right through.
“And boys, do you have girlfriends? You manage to have relationships?”
Jameson threw his head back in a loud laugh.
Fucking hell.
“Mamon, enough. They do not have relationships.”
Jameson frowned. “That’s not entirely true, Mol.”
“Yes, it is. Anyway, now we’ve ascertained you’re doing Felix’s ACL, feel free to carry on with your days.” I waved my hand in the direction of the door, hoping they would leave. Immediately.
“Oh no.” Hunter said as he leaned back against my desk. “Not before you tell us who sent that flower shop.”
“It’s none of your business.”
“It is when it makes us look bad. It’s literally all the nurses are talking about.”
People had flowers delivered all the time, but I don’t think I’d ever seen any arrangements this size. And I was never sent flowers, so it was unsurprising they were a topic of conversation.
“They’re from a patient, okay? Now can you please get out?” I marched over to the door and held it open for them.
Hunter’s brow arched as he pushed off the desk and followed Jameson into the hallway. “A patient?”
“Yes.”
His arms crossed over his chest. “Which patient?”
“That falls under doctor/patient confidentiality.” I shoved him out over the threshold.
“Bye,MadameMarks, come back and visit us again soon.” Jameson called as I closed the door in their faces and turned back around to my mother’s stern glare.
“Molly, that was rude.”
I closed my eyes and counted to ten before opening them again.
“Well, I didn’t wake up this morning and expect an interrogation.” I sat down at my desk, the flowers blocking my view, and let out a deep sigh. “They’re from Felix.”
“Felix?”
“Yes.”
“For fixing his leg?”
I scraped my fingers across my scalp, hoping to restore some order in the chaos of my brain. “Yes, maybe. No. I don’t know.”
She walked over to me, coming behind the desk and began stroking my hair, like she always used to do when I was a child. “Come on, let’s go and have lunch.”
I looked up at her. “It’s ten a.m.”
“Coffee then.”
I groaned. “I can’t leave the hospital.”
“You must have somewhere here that serves coffee.”
“Okay. We’ll go to the cafeteria, but you can’t complain about the coffee.”
