“Unfortunately, you won’t be impressed with this next tidbit.”
“And that would be?”
“Dr. Fisk’s wife is in the hospital, and he’s canceled all of his scheduled procedures for today.”
“So what happens now?” Mickey said.
“Dr. Shively will be taking his place. He’s studying your pictures as we speak.”
“Oh, shit!” Chris said. “Not Shively. Anybody but Shively.”
“What’s the matter, Chris?” Mickey said.
“Dr. Shively is a drunk. I’ve smelled alcohol on his breath several times when I’ve assisted him in the OR. In fact, I reported him to Scooter. And you, Scooter, were going to do something about it.”
“And so I was,” Scooter said. “Later this week.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Chris said.
“Don’t worry about it, Chris,” Scooter said. “Didn’t you notice that I’m wearing scrubs? I’ll be in there with him assisting… and keeping a close eye on everything he does.”