His Protege My Ruin
Language: en
The surgery was over, but one vial of Propofol was missing. After two hours of frantic searching, I looked at the team's ashen faces. "We have to report this to Risk Management." That's when Brooke Allen, Dr. Logan Pierce’s intern, piped up. "Oh, chill out, Tessa! I took it!" She tossed the empty, warm vial onto the stainless steel tray. The anesthetic was gone. I felt the blood drain from my head, but Logan immediately stepped in front of her, placing his body between his star student and me. "Brooke is just a kid, Tessa. Don't make a scene." He gave her an indulgent look. "Forget it. Log…