Brandon was running on caffeine and nerves. No way in hell was this little prick going to keep him from seeing Nate. Still, he owed the man for saving Nate’s life. He would keep it civil as long as he could.
“Do I need to prove it?”
“As a matter of fact, you do.”
Bran could feel the blood rising to his face. “Now look here—”
“No, you look here. I’m sick and tired of you people thinking you can come in and push everybody around. It’s bad enough that Mister high and mighty neurologist here,”
He motioned towards Keith, “called in a favor to have the head of surgery pull me out here in the middle of the night just to operate on his brother’s queer boyfriend, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you walk all over hospital policy, too. Now, unless you can show me proof that you’re the nex
