Mitch stood to the side of the hall talking into his phone, out of
the way of the cafeteria traffic and hospital staff.
“What the hell were you thinking, Tommy? I gave you explicit
instructions never to do anything unless I tell you to. And I never
told you to go anywhere near the blood bank. What the fuck?”
Mitch listened to Tommy on the other end.
“Shut up. Just shut up!” he screamed into the phone. Now
people turned to look. Mitch didn’t care. “You’re done, Tommy.
We’re through. Don’t contact me again. In fact, why don’t you
just leave town for a while. I don’t want to see your ugly face
anywhere near me.”
Mitch punched the red button on his phone , ending the call.
He squeezed his phone until it made a cracking sound, then with
great restraint calmly put it in his shirt pocket. Taking a moment
to collect himself, he pulled his lab coat together and buttoned
the middle button as he strode away
