#Chapter 70: On Your Knees

Rowena I washed my hands briskly, trying to calm my nerves as I prepared for my first shift working under Dr. Reynolds’ supervision. Taking a deep breath, I stepped back into the infirmary ward. “Rowena. Let’s get started, shall we? I need you to scrub the scuff marks off those floors over there.” He gestured to a far corner with a dismissive wave of his hand. I furrowed my brow. Scrubbing the walls wasn’t exactly in the job description. “Something wrong?” Dr. Reynolds asked, cocking his head to the side. I opened my mouth to retort, but then quickly shut it again. I figured I was already on shaky grounds after my office had been shut down, and that it wasn’t worth arguing over. “No, sir.” Dr. Reynolds smiled at me. “Good. The mop and bucket is over there,” he said, nodding his head toward the utility closet on the far side of the room. Once I had prepared the mop and bucket, I made my way over to the scuff marks on the floor and began scrubbing vigorously, tryi