“I don’t want to talk about the other thing.”

“We have to talk about the other thing, Mark.”

He said something Maya could not hear.

“It’s already handled,” the woman said.

“I told you.

There’s someone on that floor.

When she takes a turn, nobody’s going to be standing around asking questions about a forty-one-year-old post-surgical with a documented bile leak and a fever spike.

It’ll be in the chart already.