"Did you really think that I wouldn't find out?" Joey seethed, slamming his fist against the cheekbone of Doctor Saunders. "Did you really think it would be that easy?"
Saunders shook off the pain and stared up, deeply into Joey's eyes, "f**k you," he growled.
"Wrong move yet again, Doc," Joey laughed, crashing his fist against the other side of Saunders' face.
Droplets of blood splattered the nearby wall and stained Joey's fist. Saunders however remained calm, his hands bound behind the chair in which he was imprisoned. He knew that calmness was the fastest route underneath Joey's skin.
"Why did you do it?" Joey asked. "Why is she worth risking your life for?"
"I'm going to stick with my first answer. f**k you."
"Wow, the good Doctor has finally grown a spine, ay? Maybe I'll have
