Chapter 39Adam
“Are you with the allergy victim?” the woman behind the desk asked. She never even looked away from her computer screen.
“Victim?” I yelled. “God, I didn’t shoot him or anything!”
“Yes, ma’am,” Officer Burke said calmly from behind me. He was still standing behind the chair I had collapsed into.
“Do you have his insurance card?” the ER clerk asked impatiently.
“What?” I shouted. “Seriously? That’s all you care about?”
“He’s not on file in our system,” she said flatly. “If you don’t have his card, I’ll have someone check to see if his wallet is still on his person.”
“His person?” f**k! That made it sound like he was already dead! “Is he all right?” Without realizing it, I slammed my fist down on the counter and made her jump in her chair. I felt Officer Burke’s hand on
