Page 105 of Life To My Flight

I suppressed the urge to growl at him. Where was Cleo when I needed him?

“I realize that, Dr. Norwood, but he’d like to speak with you,” I said tightly.

He stood with barely contained impatience and made his way into Mr. Bloodsworth’s room.

“Can I help you?” He asked him coolly.

Bowen Bloodsworth looked even worse in the three minutes I’d been gone.

“Yes, you can tell this other doctor that I’m allowed to have some drugs. My toe hurts somethin’ fierce,” he hissed.

Dr. Norwood grimaced. “You won’t be getting any narcotics. Here’s your discharge paperwork. Follow up with your primary care provider come Monday,” he hissed back.

Very helpful, Dr. Norwood.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said.

Then proceeded to shit his pants.

“Did you seriously just do that?” Dr. Norwood asked in flabbergasted surprise.

Bloodsworth shrugged. “Yes.”

“Call security,” Dr. Norwood said.

I did. Gratefully.

A very upset Bowen Bloodsworth was escorted out moments later, and I, for once, was happy with Dr. Norwood.

Then he had to go and ruin it.

“It’s illegal to impersonate a doctor,” Dr. Norwood said snidely.

I ignored him and walked away. If I said something to him, I’d probably get written up, and nobody wanted that.

“Dick,” I said under my breath.

Then proceeded to have a very, very shitty day.

It consisted of puke, shit, temper tantrums from both fellow nurses and patients, and finally, I tripped and fell. With a specimen cup of pee in my hand.

Yay, me.

Then, for the icing on the cake, I now had to testify on the stand tomorrow morning, and I had a no good, very bad, craptastic day.

Hooray.

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Rue

“Are you drunk?” Cleo asked with a smile in his voice.

I ignored him and filled my coffee cup back up with the boxed wine I’d begged Silas to stop and get on the way home from work.

I was a little mad at Cleo, because I felt that maybe he had a hand in getting me to testify tomorrow.

Usually, it wouldn’t bother me in the least to testify on a rape case.

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