❝ –– perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. and when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. and suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.
To say that Scarlett was fuming was probably one of the understatements of the century. She could actually feel her blood beginning to boil and her face felt red and hot, as well as her ears. She felt like one of those cartoons that would explode if they got too angry and smoke would come out of her ears. Given how interns and everyone else was sort of steering clear as she very hastily walked down the corridor in search of Dr. Altman, perhaps she did look like that cartoon… She spotted the cardio-surgeon over by the nurses’ station and headed in that direction. She’d barely arrived before she said, “We need to talk, Dr. Altman… Now.” She really needed to reign in her emotions before she snapped completely.
“Dr. Frost? Is there something you needed?” Teddy inquired,
immediately defensive. Being the Head of Cardiology, she wasn’t used to being
spoken to like this by her subordinates, much less a friend. A tingle of
foreboding ran up her spine as she read the fury etched plainly across Scarlett’s
face — there was something in that anger that rang far too familiar for her
liking; something in it that had her heart skipping a beat in fear. Aware that
many a pair of curious eyes were boring into her back, Teddy said lowly: “Maybe
we had better take this somewhere else before that look on your face scares off
any more patients. There had better be a damn good reason for you to be causing a scene right in the middle of the lobby,
Frost.”