“Go on, please, Marc.”
“Yes, Admiral—”
“It’s just Daniel for now.”
He couldn’t bring himself to call the admiral by his name. “There are inefficiencies in the Navy and here. I won’t bore you with them now.”
“It’s a bureaucracy. Send me an e-mail.” The admiral grabbed a pen and paper and wrote what seemed like a private e-mail address. “What else?”
“You have a reputation of being a great leader and excellent doctor who knows how to be a human first, and admiral second. You proved it to me twice: first with that doctor’s accusation against me, and second yesterday by letting me care for you when you visited the emergency department. I felt you wouldn’t hurt my career if I was pushy.”
“You were right and saved my life.”
“Aw, no, you would have just passed out and been brought in by ambulance.” They looked at each other, glanced away, and their gazes caught again. “What else do you want to ask me? Daniel. We’re just sailor to sailor, right?” Marc anticipated it.