Chapter 88. More Unveiling

Clad in brown suit trouser and a black longsleeved shirt, Doctor Flinn approached the room of the her favorite patient’s human mate.

Lancelot had called her in a frenzy, the night before - or rather, at exactly 1am this morning - pleading with her to oversee Roxanne’s welfare in the hospital, at least, until her best friend, whom they were expecting later in the day, arrived.

While she was shocked to receive such a call at such an odd hour of the day, especially when she knew his coronation had just taken place, she still couldn’t afford to turn Lancelot down. From the sound of his voice, she could tell that he was extremely concerned about the woman. And Flinn would do anything to make sure Lancelot was at peace; she owed it to him as his therapist and friend.

So, here she was, walking down the lobby, until she arrived at Roxanne’s room. She knew because the door was opened, and nurses flocked in and out, holding files in their hands. Flinn stood in front of the r