Daphne
“Oh, Dr. Conway, before you go, I wanted to remind you that I still have the King’s files in my office.” I caught the elderly doctor just before he stepped out on his lunch break.
“Oh, yes, yes, you did tell me last week, didn’t you? Well, I suppose they can just be shredded now.” Dr. Conway removed his glasses, squinted at me, and then rubbed the spectacles against his shirt.
“Shredded?”
“Oh yes. Did you read the files, Ms. Redhawk?”
“No! I wouldn’t! The king isn’t my patient, and aside from that, we have a personal relationship. It would be entirely unethical.”
“Oh, calm down, young lady. Firstly, you are on pack lands, HIPAA laws don’t apply here. Second of all, there really isn’t much to read. But your scruples are admirable. However, the fact is, despite all of my
