"It's nothing serious, just a slight fever. I picked up some medicine downstairs and thought I'd come up to see you."
"You have a fever? Is it serious?"
"Just a low-grade fever. The doctor just prescribed some medicine. I'll go home in a bit, get some sleep, and I should be fine after I sweat it out."
Hannah Hale took the cup from her desk, walked over to the water cooler to get some water, and handed it to Morgan Joyce. "Take your medicine first, then hurry home."
Morgan Joyce nodded, a heartwarming smile unconsciously gracing his lips.
Zachary Redgrave, lounging against the back of the sofa, threw his head back and roared with laughter at the thought of how badly Fiona Keating had been beaten.
"Are you having one of your fits? What are you laughing at now?"
Hannah Hale picked up the stethoscope from her desk. 'What's gotten into that guy now?'
