In Bay Five, Kallie shivers. “That’s so creepy.”
“C’mon, guys.” I fasten the tourniquet around my patient’s arm. “Gwen’s a little strict, but she’s not, like, a Bond villain. Sherides us hard because she cares.”
“Or because she gets a kick out of it,” Reese mutters, pulling his patient’s hair back as she hacks up every piece of bad sushishe ever ate. “It’s called sadism. Look it up.”
I ignore him and turn to my patient. “Alright,” I say with a bright smile. “Where does it hurt today, Mr. Konrad?”
“It’s different this time.” He gestures across his body with his free hand as I prepare the blood draw kit. “This pain starts here—” He points at his right shoulder. “—then jumps and picks back up over here.”
“Belly button,” he specifies. “Then it zigzags all the way down, right here, under m
