"Miss Morgan? Can you hear me?"
Saint sighed.
The woman in front of her was not responding. She was strapped into a straitjacket, sitting in a wheelchair, and looking quietly into the barred window of her patient room with an absent expression on her pale face.
The world outside the window was dark. It was already late into the night, far past the time Saint was supposed to get off work. Her schedule was in shambles… which was a point of intense frustration. However, she could not do anything about it — this particular patient gave a whole new meaning to the word VIP, so Saint had been assigned to her and ordered to get to the bottom of her condition with utmost haste.
She had been spending a lot of time with this patient as of late, but things were not going well. That hurt her pride.
Miss Morgan… was a difficult puzzle.