The hospital is very keen about this idea.” They want to talk about your upbringing, your research, the procedure we’re doing on the Harris patient. They want to do a human interest piece on how you are one of the youngest published practicing doctors operating on a top-level athlete. The British Medical Journal is even bigger than the one that published my research before. “They are interested in talking to you about the research you did in med school.” They want to interview me…and you.” He seems to bite out the last part. “ The British Medical Journal will be here on Monday for the Harris surgery. I’ve done my best to avoid him since that odd moment in the scrub room, but with Camden’s surgery coming up, there’s only so much space I can create. “This won’t take long.” His eyes crinkle on me in that way that makes me feel squirrely. “I was just paged for an ortho consult on a little boy,” I say, pointing to where I was heading. He grasps my elbow and guides me away from the hustle and bustle, into the darkened hallway where stretchers are stored. Prichard.” I enunciate his name more forcefully than necessary, attempting to put extra focus on the doctor part of my address. “I NDIE,” P RICHARD SAYS, STOPPING ME in the hallway on my way to Patch Alley.
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