Hilton
“Hello?” I answered the phone.
“Mr. Jones?” I heard a high pitched nasally voice say. “It’s Dr. Eckhart’s secretary calling, could you hold for Dr. Eckhart?”
“Um, sure,” I said and wondered just how pompous this asshole was for calling me then putting me on hold.
“Mr. Jones?” a deep voice breathed into the phone. “Dr. Eckhart, thank you for taking my call. I have something urgent to discuss with you.”
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“They’re moving Andrew into general population as soon as he’s recovered from the infirmary,” he said. “He apparently is having difficulty regulating his body temperature and having seizures due to not having any of his ‘treatments’.”
I could hear the disgust in the man’s voice when he said treatments. Dr. Eckhart had no idea wh
