Chapter 47

When the ship's doctor came in with the cooling supplies, he was greeted by a scene that left everyone stunned. They couldn't believe their eyes-that was their cold, always distant BOSS showing actual care and... patience? No one had ever seen Prescott like this before. Hell, even Dirk Hart and Paul Hartwell, who'd been by his side for years, had never witnessed it. If those two had been in the room, they'd probably be even more shocked than the crew-maybe even a little relieved. Prescott finally moving on from that obsessive, painful past? That was a big deal for everyone around him. He glanced up coldly, eyes sharp as ever. "Leave the stuff and get out." "Yes, sir." The doctor hesitated, though. Prescott's dark eyes narrowed dangerously, like frost-tipped blades locking on him. "Is there a problem?" Swallowing hard, the doctor still spoke up. "Uh... sir, that's the fever med. I've mixed it up. You'll need to make sure she drinks it." "Hand it over." He took the cup, nodding at him to