Taylor's Pov

I was already signing off on my chart for the day when the buzzer vibrated in the pocket of my scrubs.

Groaning, I picked it up, knowing Mr Buggs was hellbent on frustrating the shit out of me. "Yes, Mr Buggs. Is there anything you'd like me to do for you?". My sweet voice masking my irritation.

"Why did you take so long to answer?" He yelled. "I need a sponge bath, now. I'm all sticky and shit."

Before I could say a word, he hung up. Fucking old bag.

Many times I've thought of quitting this toxic job but there wasn't any job I knew that would...