“You’re not going to speak to me now?”
Andy looked up at Irene from his chart. His face was a blank sheet, his eyes simply drifted back to the paper again.
“I am speaking,” was his simple reply.
“About Dr. Stone,” she pressed.
“I have nothing to say about Dr. Stone.” His voice was calm but he angrily tapped his pen and Irene knew she had touched a nerve. She couldn’t figure out what the deal was. And the fact she hadn’t extracted a single piece of information on the issue was disappointing.
“Rumor has it you are wearing the same scrubs as last night,” she goaded, digging for a reaction.
The ward was calmer than usual and Irene was bored. What better entertainment could there be than getting a rise out of Andy?
“Rumor also has it that ‘you’ sucked face with a doctor all night.” He st
