Riventon Hospital.
Oliver Gale looked at the woman in front of him with the strange and outlandish makeup, his lips twitching despite himself.
Luckily, Quiana Sutton's voice was distinctive enough that he recognized her.
Still, he couldn't help asking, "What were you up to last night?"
Durrell Landon tightly held her injured hand, bringing the back of it up to Oliver Gale's face:
"She hurt her hand. Help her take care of the wound."
Oliver Gale: "..."
He took a quick look at the wound, unable to resist commenting, "If you'd been five minutes later, this wound might've healed on its own."
Predictably, his words were immediately met with a sharp glare.
He quickly raised his hands in surrender, "Don't be mad, don't be mad, I'll check it for real."
Oliver Gale did a quick check on Quiana Sutton's wound and asked casually:
"So tell me, Q, how'd you get this cut?"
Quiana Sutton replied with a stoic face, "Accidentally broke some glass at home."
