<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Jessica felt uneasy after her impromptu meeting with Trevor. Something still nagged the back of her mind as she walked back to her office. Her mind was elsewhere. Even during the group therapy sessions she had later in the day, she was present but her thoughts on another level. Sighing, she wrote out the refill prescriptions to send to the pharmacy on the property. <br/>
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Her smile not meeting her eyes as she handed off the forms to the phamarcist, a quiet woman named Joan. "Dr. Prescott, everything alright?"<br/>
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Jessica looked up from her folder. "Hmm? Yes. Just...a migraine is all. Oh! Adam Yates. Is he still in the infirmary?"<br/>
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Joan nodded looking up is name. "Yes. I just sent up his pain medications."<br/>
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"Thank you. I need to go have a word with him."<br/>
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</div> </span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Jessica went up to the seventh floor and into the infirmary. The doctors and nurses greeted her as she entered. One in particular, <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FBPsNabM.jpg&amp;hash=03f1014292c2fb7eb53580e0be98dfcc" href="https://i.imgur.com/BPsNabM.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Dr. Jordan Malone</a> saw the woman and pulled her aside. Her eyes widened as her back was pushed against the supply closet shelves. His lips found their way to her neck as his hands snaked around her waist.<br/>
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"Miss me Jess?"<br/>
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She grunted removing his hands from her. "Jordan...is this really necessary?"<br/>
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He chuckled leaning back to look at her. "I've been thinking about you, that night, how great it was. Don't you want again?"<br/>
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Jessica shimmied out of reach with a sigh. "Jordan, I-I...it was a one thing. We both were just drunk from the company party. It can't happen again."<br/>
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Jordan snorted in disbelief. "Your fucking kidding me."<br/>
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Jessica crossed her arms. "I don't 'kid'. Now where is Adam resting? I need to talk to him about that incident last night."<br/>
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"At the end of the hall. He did us a favor. Even though he got the worst of it," his tone stiff as he watched her walk off ignoring his remarks.<br/>
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She stopped in front of the bed Adam had been resting in. The left side of his face was bruised and swollen. A cast on his right arm. She glanced at his chart curiously. A cracked rib, concussion, a few lacerations.<br/>
</span><br/><i><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Trevor was relentless last night.<br/>
</span></i><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">She pulled up a stool watching the man rest. "Adam. Adam? It's Dr. Prescott. I have some questions for you about the previous night."<br/>
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Adam's eyes slowly opened as he turned looking towards the doctor. "Fuck," he muttered looking away.<br/>
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"Nice to see you as well. So I got Trevor's side of the incident. I would like to hear yours."<br/>
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"I ain't got nothing to say except I don't deserve this," he groaned.<br/>
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Her brows furrowed staring at him. "You realize there is going to be a formal investigation. I'm trying to understand the facts before its being presented."<br/>
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"Doc, no offense but I ain't saying shit."<br/>
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"Very well Adam. You've dug your own grave."<br/>
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He reached out with his left hand grabbing her wrist. Jessica yelped in surprise. "Adam, get your hands off me."<br/>
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"I can see why he's infatuated," he sneered letting go of her.<br/>
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The doctor nearly ran out the infirmary shaking visibly. This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all.</span>