Page 11 of Moto
“Miss Kincade, would you mind doing more than just ogling the patient?” Dr. Lipschitz sneers.
“I’m sorry, Doctor, is there something specific you would like me to do?? My mind-reading abilities are off today.”
Reese smirks as Dr. Lipschitz glares at me. He’s the last doctor in this hospital whose bad side you want to be on, but Reese already has my irritability meter redlining.
“I would like you to do your job and assist me, instead of acting like a lecherous adolescent,” he snaps, and I almost lose it. But before I can snap back, Reese interjects.
“You better check yourself, doc. That’s no way to talk to a female.” His eyes are sinisterly dark. We both look at him. Me, shocked; Dr. Lipschitz, pissed off.
“Mr. Dane, I would advise you to butt out of things that are beyond your comprehension. I work here on a daily basis, you don’t. Incompetence runs amuck.” Dr. Lipschitz achieves insulting Reese and me in one statement.
“Let me advise you, Dr . . .” Reese glances at his lab coat,“Dipshit.If you ever come into this room again and disrespect me or my nurse like you just did, I’m going to give you a hands-on lesson in bedside manner.” Reese actually tries to get out of bed and grab Dr. Lipschitz.
“Mr. Dane.” I attempt to push him down, but he’s built like a brick shit house, and my effort does next to nothing to stop him.
“Now, get the fuck out of here before I have your patronizing ass fired!” Reese snarls viciously. Dr. Lipschitz stumbles back, legitimately spooked.
I stand between the patient and doctor, both riled up for their own reasons. I feel Reese’s rapid heartbeat under my fingertips.
“Please calm down,” I whisper, earnestly. “It won’t be good for anyone if this escalates.”
Surprisingly, the rabid pit bull my patient just became backs down.
“Listen to the doltish nurse.” Dr. Dipshit pulls at the lapel of his lab coat, irked.
We both regard him puzzled.
“It means brainless,” he huffs. “Buy a dictionary.” With that, he turns and vacates the room.
I sag. “I save your life, and you try to get me fired?”
“Get you fired? That guy is a douchebag. You should say thank you for defending you.”
“I don’t need you to defend me. I ignore him. We all do. He’s an asshole. But he’s excellent at what he does, and if you haven’t noticed, we aren’t in the middle of a metropolis. Good doctors are hard to come by.”
“So you just let him belittle you?” Reese argues, disgusted.
“It seems people in a position of power get that right.” I pin him with an accusing look.
“I never belittled you,” he objects, insulted.
“No, you’re just an ungrateful asshole. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go intercept a grievance. If you need anything, buzz.”
I storm out of the room.
Fuck.
* * *
I barely makeit to my manager’s office before Dev grabs hold of me.
“What’s the problem, speed racer?” He detects my unrest.
“Your brother is the problem,” I fume.
“Reese? How much trouble can he be? He’s strapped to a bed.”
“How much? An entire confrontation with Dr. Lipschitz just erupted in his room.”
