"You want to lecture me about class? Where's your conscience? Did you feed it to the dogs?"
Behind me, Lily whimpered again, the sound thin and raw.
I whipped around and screamed at the doctors.
Not a single one moved.
They stood there until Thomas gave a slight nod. Only then did they drift over, running through a perfunctory check on Lily.
"Your daughter is fine. She just needs rest."
The doctor's tone was offhand, dismissive.
Even someone like me, with half a medical degree under her belt, could see that was a lie. It was nowhere near that simple.
My fists clenched on their own, nails digging crescents into my palms.
"She's one year old. She just had bone marrow extracted from her body. And you think a visual exam is enough?"
"Get me different doctors. Now."
The doctors in front of me didn't so much as blink.
I bolted into the hallway and found the entire floor deserted.
After a long silence, the lead physician finally spoke.
"Ma'am, please calm down."
"Mr. Gilbert reserved every room on this floor. Without his authorization, no one gets in."
"Now if you could step aside, we need to continue the young master's treatment."
I stared the doctor down and didn't move.