The patient in 411
Iris felt the blood rush to her head. “Yes, 411 is occupied,” she finally said. “By a patient of Dr. French's. He had to leave but told me that he will give all the necessary information when he comes back” “Well, that's highly irregular -- highly irregular,” Dr. Larrabee said. “This is against all regulations and I am very upset, Iris, that Dr. French involved you in this” “Involved me?” “Yes, of course. After all, the day ledger is your responsibility. I'm sorry, I'll have to see the patient in 411” “You can't,” Iris said flatly. “I promised Dr. French that his patient would not be disturbed.” He brushed by her and started down the hall. Iris got to the room first. “Over my dead body,” she said. The word were theatrical but uncalculated. She was barring the door, her had on the knob.
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