“I want my full medical records.”
The words leave my mouth steady. Not shaken. Not fragile. Steady.
Adrian studies me for a long moment, his gaze sharp, assessing.
“Not a summary,” I continue. “Not a physician’s recap. Everything. Intake notes. Lab work. Security logs. Visitor access.”
His eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of approval hidden in the steel.
“You’re thinking clearly.”
“I’m thinking legally.”
A corner of his mouth almost lifts. “Good.”
He dials immediately, voice clipped, precise.
“Prepare a formal demand for complete patient records under HIPAA and state compliance. Include surveillance logs for OB‑3 ward, June 14 through June 16, 2023. Yes — everything.”
He hangs up and looks at me.
“We’ll have resistance.”
“From the hospital?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because private hos
