(Vaughn)
The door slammed shut. Kieran was gone.
I stood there. Breathing hard. My hands were still shaking.
Donovan walked over to the window. Looked out.
"He's leaving," he said.
"Good."
"Good? He just threatened us. Both of us."
I turned away. Walked to the couch. Sat down.
My arm hurt where he'd twisted it. My back hurt where I'd hit the floor.
But that wasn't what bothered me.
What bothered me was the look in his eyes. Like he wanted to kill me. Like he was holding himself back.
I'd never seen him like that before.
"We should call the police," Donovan said.
"And tell them what? That he came here and accused me of something I didn't do?"
"He assaulted you. He pushed you. You fell."
"They won't care. He's the Chief of Surgery. I'm the guy who got his license suspended bec
