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We’d been here three days. And he’d been . . . attentive.
Didn’t he get a day off anytime soon?
How long was he going to stare at that same cut?
JoJo patted my thigh as if she could read my thoughts.
“Is it safe for her to be on the ventilator for an extended period?” she asked, clearly unbothered by Dr. Hotshot.
“We’d prefer to have her off of it sooner rather than later. It’s up to Miss Cunningham though.” He spoke without moving his focus from our daughter. “I’m not going to take her off at day fifteen because some book recommends that protocol. Every patient is different.”
“Is that the protocol?” I asked.
He still didn’t look up. “I just pulled that number out of the air. Science is as much an experiment as it is exact.”
“Penelope is not an experiment,” I said through my teeth.
Finally, he lifted his gaze. “We all are.” He returned to observing Penelope. “And before you ask, I don’t know how long it will be before she returns to consciousness.”
Smart aleck.
For what we were paying, I could and would ask him that question as many times as I pleased.Hewas the doctor.Heknew what he was looking at.Heshould have answers.
“You could at least act like you care,” I muttered.
He stilled, and for the first time, the unflappable Dr. Hotshot had some fire in his eyes.
“I assure you, Mr. Zegas, I am very much concerned about all my patients.”
Well, well. The kid had some backbone after all.
After another second of a stern look from his direction that had zero effect on me, he resumed his examination, moving lower.
When he lifted the neck of Penelope’s gown, I balled my fist. Maybe him focusing on her head so long wasn’t so bad.
“How old are you?”
JoJo squeezed my leg in warning.
I lifted my shoulder in awhat?gesture. She narrowed her gaze in ayou know whatlook.
“Thirty-three,” he said, back in his usual monotone voice.
My brow shot up. “I thought you’d just graduated from med school.”
“Mr. Zegas, if you’re implying I’m unqualified to care for Miss Cunningham, I’m happy to provide documentation which proves I am.” That razor-sharp edge was back in his tone.
I rubbed my head. If I’d been in a normal mental state, I’d have already asked Elliott and my investigator to look into this guy.
I fired off a text to both of them.
JoJo made a disapproving noise.Snoop.
I flashed an unapologetic smile, and she rolled her eyes.
You’re insane, she mouthed.
I shrugged. So what if I was? Sue me.
