“It necessarily isn’t. But it is worse when there’s a patient’s life at risk. Are you even a real nurse?!” Hazel replied from Clarissa’s bed.

“Are you questioning my competence?”

“Feels like it,”

“Shush Hazel. Don’t make her cry,” Salvatore shunned her, sympathy present in his voice as his gaze was fixated on the crying nurse.

“What the hell?!” Hazel cussed and a slap resounded in the room. Salvatore slapped the nurse.

“You don’t think there’s anything bad in taking a nap when my daughter is in coma?! You’re nuts!” He made to slap her again but his wrist was held by a large palm, just before it descended.

“Domestic...