I was pretty sure he lived in the middle of the woods in a log cabin, so I had no idea why he thought Newark was so quaint.
“Did you want me to at least grab you a lab coat?” the nurse asked. “Or…a stethoscope maybe?”
“Nope. I have it right here.” He reached into one of the pockets in his jeans, pulled a stethoscope out, blew on it, and wiped it on his flannel shirt. “Good as new.”
What the hell? Who was this lunatic?
“Okay then. I’ll just leave you to it. Page me if you need any assistance. The EKG machine is pretty new and…”
“We’re good.” He shooed her away. “Come in, Mr. Hunter. Let’s get to the bottom of what’s happening in that chest of yours. Just give me a minute to figure out this…oh…never mind, it’s already on.” He squirted a big glob of that jelly stuff used for echos onto t
