As Mr. Barclay stormed out of Dr. Manson's office, he nearly collided with a young nurse just outside the door.
She was an average-looking girl with brown hair tied into buns, green eyes that seemed too wide for her freckled face, and a figure that was neither remarkable nor unattractive. She appeared startled, almost dropping the clipboard she was holding.
"Watch where you're going!" Mr. Barclay yelled, his voice full of irritation.
The nurse, who had been the one to stumble backward from the encounter, quickly straightened up and began to apologize, patting herself down nervously. "I-I'm so sorry, sir. I was in a hurry to inform the doctor that the patient is awake."
Mr. Barclay's face twisted in annoyance. "It's about time," he muttered through gritted teeth. "Lead me there."
The nurse hesitated, clearly taken aback by his commanding tone. "I'm sorry, sir, but I'll need to inform the doctor first in case of—"