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“Good afternoon, Sir. Can I help you with something?” I ask as I enter the room.

“Oh, good. You’re back. I was beginning to wonder if you decided to take the rest of the day off.”

“No, I’m here. Again, what can I do for you?”

“It’s been brought to my attention that you may have taken a patient into your home. A young accident victim with brain trauma and no memory. Is this true?”

“Why is that any of your business? If I took someone home, they were discharged and are no longer a patient. Is the hospital in the habit of spying on everyone that gets discharged?”

“No, but if the girl was taken from the hospital under false pretenses, that could come back on us.”

“Well, then let me assure you that I didn’t kidnap her. Her parents died in that accident, and she had nowhere to go. She’s still recovering, can barely stand or walk on her own. She couldn’t just check into a hotel and fend for herself, could she? I’ll be helping her out until she recovers. That’s all.”

“I don’t know you well, but you’ve never struck me as the charitable type. In fact, the word around the water cooler is that you’re a bit of an asshole. That being said, why would you go out of your way to help a virtual stranger?”

“Since I’m a well-known asshole, it shouldn’t come as a surprise when I tell you it’s none of your business, should it?”

He gets out of the chair, sighs, and crosses his arms. “Okay, play it that way. Just know that if this comes back to bite this hospital in the ass, I’ll not only fire you, but I’ll get your license to practice revoked.”

“I’d like to see you try.” I clench my fists and take a deep breath.

I’ve never wanted to pound the shit out of someone more in my life, but I have to keep my head. I grit my teeth, wait for him to leave, and slam my fist down on my desk.

If those nurses thought I was an asshole before, they’re about to see a whole new level of asshole going forward. They can talk shit about me, but for them to compromise this setup with Amy? Well, then.

I march out to the hall to begin my evening rounds, hoping to just get it over with so I can get back home. There are only four patients on the ward, and they’re all pretty stable, so I should be able to knock this out in an hour or two.

I’m still jacked up from the administrator's threats when I see the guy who tried to get into Amy’s room standing at the nurse’s station. He’s deep in conversation with the duty nurse as I slip up behind him.

“Did you have some business here?” I ask and he nearly leaps out of his skin.

“I didn’t come here to deal with you again. I just need to know where Amy went when she left. She has no family and I want to make sure she’s somewhere safe.”

I want to pick him up by the throat and carry him out the doors…but, who knows? Maybe he’ll be useful. “How do you know Amy?”

“Why? What do you care?” He tries to sound tough but he can’t maintain eye contact and his fingers are tapping on his thigh.

“Just answer the question. If I don’t feel comfortable with you, I won’t tell you where she is.”

“She’s, well, I guess she was my neighbor. We went to school together. We’re very close. I didn’t understand why she didn’t know me, but then, the nurses told me she has amnesia. Now, can you tell me where she is?”

I shake my head, “No, sorry. I’m still not comfortable with that, but I’ll tell you what, how about you give me your name and phone number? I’ll pass it on to her. If she wants to talk to you, she’ll call. How’s that?”

“I’d rather see her so I can talk to her face to face,” he argues.

“Well, that’s not happening. Either give me your name and number or you’re out of luck.”

“Alright,” he mutters as the nurse who has been listening slides a pen and paper in his direction. He jots down his information and holds it out to me. “You’re going to give it to her, right?”

“It was my idea, remember?”

“Yeah, okay. Well, let her know I’m very worried about her. Please tell her to call.”

“I’ll pass it on.”

He leaves and I crumble the paper and slip it in my pocket. I tend to my rounds and go back to my office to hang up my coat. I take the boy's number out of my pocket and toss it in the trash can before turning off the lights and locking the door. Something’s off about him.

If he thinks he can get to Amy that easily, then he’s a lot more stupid than I thought.

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