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“Johnathan Humphrey Abott!” Robby’s voice rang though the floor. The Chief attending was in his street clothes, looking annoyed beyond compare, the staff parting before him.
“Humphrey?” Santos muttered to Perla
“Shhhh… Robby is almost never that angry” Abbot looked sheepishly calm.
“Yes, Mikahil Ezra Rabinovich?” he responded with a teasing tone as Robby walked right into his space.
“Ezra?” Santos repeated as Perla pulled her phone
“They are pulling all the punches” she responded while typing furiously on her phone
“Why did I get a call from Gloria on my day off that Shamsi filed an HR report?” oh, Santos knew what happened. In an effort to make the baby MS3 more confident, the attending had her assist in one of his impromptu field medicine procedures as none of the ORs was going to open in over 40 minutes.
When Shamsi came down she was beyond angry that not only Abbot did a surgery in the ED, and taught her daughter his horrible ways. Javadi must have figured it out at the same time as everyone turned to look at her, turning pale while the two attendings were staring at each other. After over a minute of intense silence, Robby’s pocked buzzed and broke the tension.
“I need to go up for the meeting, but I swear the fuck Johnathan, we will talk about it when you get home” and he stormed out. Dr. Abbot, sighed
“Show over everyone!” he clapped and the staff scattered, but Santos could not stop her self from snickering under her nose.
“Sure thing Dr. Humphrey”