Jarrod's smirk twisted as he dared.

“Then examine her. I'm eager to witness it."

"I'll arrange an infusion for the patient first, then tend to the wound," Roscoe stated, typing into the computer before instructing Jarrod, "You can fetch the medicine now."

With a cold smile, Jarrod departed.

Roscoe maintained his distance, opting to stand by the computer. He asked Nicole, "How can I help you? What do you want me to do?"

Nicole remained silent, simply shaking her head in response.

Shortly after, Jarrod entered with medication in hand. Observing the space between Nicole and Roscoe, a flicker of curiosity crossed Jarrod's eyes.

Jarrod extended the medicine to Roscoe, questioning, “Does she need to start with an infusion or should she be applied with the medicine first?"

Handing the medication to a nurse, Roscoe instructed, “She can apply the medicine at home. Start with an infusion for now Jarrod's eyebrows lifted in surprise.

“Aren't you going to apply medicine for her yourself?"

Looking up, Roscoe's voice was soft but firm.

"No. If you require assistance, the nurse is available."

Undeterred, Jarrod's voice carried a hint of implication.

"I'll take care of the application myself."

Roscoe appeared not to register Jarrod's words, turning his attention back to his work as the nurse finished administering the fluids.

Jarrod grabbed a cigarette and glanced at Roscoe from a short distance.

Roscoe, with his good looks and black-rimmed glasses, appeared innocent and non-threatening, much like the campus heartthrob.

A cold smirk crossed Jarrod's face as he mused over Nicole's possible attraction to this type of men.

He pondered whether Roscoe had sex before.

He didn't know whether Nicole and Roscoe had an affair or not.