I force my exhausted brain to work as we walk toward the hospital. We decide to leave the vehicle behind in favour of some exercise after more than a week in the car.
"We need to find a new doctor," I say as we approach the brightly lit building.
"There's always Dr. Starr," Kingston points out.
"Is he still a bigoted asshole?" I ask.
"Does it matter? We need a doctor and he's had training. He was doctor for the Sanctuary before you replaced him with Dr. Summers."
"How many women go to see him?" I ask. "How many are uncomfortable speaking to a man who thinks our gender is only good for producing babies? No, if we make that man the head doctor of our Sanctuary, we'll lose women to childbirth and other preventable issues because they'll avoid going to see him. Trust me, I know."