"I'm not blind, but I refused," Hope Williams snapped, choked with frustration as he often yelled at her.
"Refused? Then why did you give him your contact details?"
Hope gritted her teeth in annoyance, "His grandmother is my patient. If she needs a follow-up, wouldn't she need to contact her attending physician? What's wrong with adding my contact info? Without it, how would they find me, their physician? Should messages be sent through thousand-mile transmissions? Or by carrier birds?"
"You're always right; you win," Waylon Lewis snapped back.
"You're even more correct, you're the greatest, happy now?" Hope retorted sharply, for once speaking out.
Waylon Lewis, "..."
Wyatt Lewis, "..."
Thomas Hughes, "..."
Hope pushed Waylon away and walked forward on her own, ignoring him.
Waylon clenched his jaw and took several deep breaths, admitting internally that he had no way to handle this woman.
"...I'm sorry."
"I don't accept."
"It's my fault."