A month ago, Crystal had pulled some strings and pre-ordered a decade's worth of medication, which would be delivered annually to Reflections Villa.
When Louisa picked up the phone, she broke down into uncontrollable tears. The maturity and empathy of Crystal cut into her heart like a sharp knife.
"Mrs. Collins? What's wrong?" The person on the other end of the line was utterly confused by Mrs. Collins' sudden outburst, their voice filled with concern. "Hello, Mrs. Collins, are you okay?"
Seeing that Louisa's wave of sorrow was far from over, Rosemary excused herself to change out of her sterile suit and sanitize her hands.
Romeo prepared a bowl of warm soup, ready to serve it to her as soon as she came back.
"Here, drink some."
From last night at 10 o'clock to tonight, Rosemary had been working for a straight 21 hours without a break, either trying to save Crystal or Carol.
In between, she had barely had a bottle of milk, let alone a chance to sit down or catch her breath.
