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piercing my ears.  That bitch just tried to redirect my anger from her to Sam; do I look like I’m five?
    To hell with that, I looked down at my watch.  Jen would still be at the hospital, so I’ll go get answers from her . 
    I stalked through the hallways, and stormed down four flights of stairs, because I was too impatient to wait for an elevator.  Jen had been a nurse in the same hospital in New York City where Sam had worked, so it was easy to get her a job here in the hospital as well.  It wasn’t as fast paced as what they were both used to, but it beat working in my brother’s strip club as waitresses. 
    I found her in the pediatrics wing at the nurse’s station, a bit out of breath and fuming. 
    The minute she saw me, her face blanched and guilt tore through me.  “Kade?  What’s wrong?  Is Dylan okay?”  A handful of loose papers slipped out of her fingers and fell like feathers to the ground.  I should have realized she would have been bloody worried about seeing me, but I was never one to think about what other people might be going through, I was selfish that way.  And apparently classy and personable, like you wouldn’t believe .
    “Dylan’s fine.  He’s still at home, probably in bed playing that X-box thing I bought him,” I said evenly.  “Can I talk to you?  Privately for a minute.”
    Bending down, she kept her narrowed eyes on mine and quickly scooped up the papers that had fallen.  “Yeah, sure.  Let’s go into the lounge, okay?”
    I walked ahead of her, as she explained to the other nurses at the station that she needed to speak with me for a few moments, and then she started texting on her phone.  Great, the twit was telling on me, as if we were bloody ten .  I slammed open the door to the lounge, making two orderlies jump and gasp.
    “Your break is up.  Get out of here,” I hissed.  I smiled when they left without questioning me, the pussies.  They even answered me with a yes sir .  I forgot sometimes that the townspeople here still think I’m more dangerous than the devil himself; it was good to know I still scared the crap out of people.  I’ll save all the muscle flexing and gratuitous display of gun show until later; right now, I needed answers .
    Behind me, Jen rushed in with her hands deep in the front pockets of her uniform, eyes wide.  “What’s going on?”
    Stepping really close to her, I tried to use my anger to show how very serious I was.  I knew it was a douchebag move, but to hell with it. It’s what I was known for.  When I was about a foot from her face, staring down at her, I snapped.  “I was just informed that Samantha refused the head trauma position.”  Jen opened her mouth to talk, but I shoved my hand up in the air to tell her I wasn’t finished speaking.  “That’s not what I’m twisted about, so don’t say anything until I’m bloody well finished.  Luger told me that the reason she said no is because of some condition she has; something about tremors.”  I leaned my face in closer, “Start talking.”
    “You and Sam should try having a lot more discussions and a lot less sex.  And stop being all threatening to me too, Kade.  I just texted her when you asked me to talk. She’s here at the hospital and she’s on her way up now.”
    “Just fucking tell me if she’s sick!  Or so help me God, I will get her medical files myself!” I screamed.
    “Oh, Kade, no.  No, she’s fine, she’ll be fine,” she whispered.
    “Does this have to do with him ?”
    “Yes,” she whispered, just as if death sighed into the wind.
    “I should’ve fucking killed him.  Scratch that, I’m going to fucking kill him ,” I roared, slamming my fists into the counter behind me.
    If I kill him I’ll lose everything , but if I don’t, she’ll never be free.  I’ve changed so much in the last few months since her mock accident.  I’ve been through intense therapy; I’ve psychoanalyzed the shit out of myself, yet I’m