When Petra wakes up from her coma, she finds out her fiance has left her for the person who had put her in that coma in the first place. She finds herself in St. Gregory Hospital, where more than meets the eye. It seems the staff at St. Gregory are ready to do anything to climb to the top-including doing the exact opposite of saving lives. Petra is hired after helping save the president's life, and she soon realizes that the hospital and its mysteries are about to turn everything she's ever thought of her identity upside down.
ROBIN P.O.V
"You would like to know where I was." It was a statement, not a question. During times of crisis such as that particular one, she resembled an open book.
She lowered her head, even more, focusing on cleaning my wounds. The motion of her hands was gentler than n experienced doctor's. It felt like she was playing the piano, and I was its keys. I extended my arm and placed my palms on her hand. She stopped and tried to dismiss my touch, but I had a sturdy grip. I could not stand conflicted emotions.
"Veronica, look at me" Four simple words, yet they acted like some sort of thread. She confirmed.
"You need not tell me, Robin."
"But I want to." I inhaled deeply, preparing myself for telling half of the truth. "I met old arch-rival and had a little fight with him. We did not see each other eye to eye anymore."
I managed to chuckle softly, even though I felt like sewing my mouth shut.