Just because Reg might be a second-year resident didn’t mean he owned him.At least this was Dino’s thought. Apparently Reg didn’t agree.Apparently he was on staff to fetch Reg coffee and a ham sandwich from the cafeteria.He also took vitals on every one of Reg’s patients, started two IVs, and did complete medical histories on two rummies that just needed a bed.He shot a look at the clock. Already an hour past the end of his shift.He also, apparently, was here to babysit Mr. Albert Phelps, passing a kidney stone in room 120. “Don’t leave until he’s out of pain,” Reg said, as he shrugged on his coat, topped his head with a fur hat that he pulled over his ears. He eased on his leather gloves. “Two more years, pal. Then you can have a social life.”Dino turned away, glanced at the clock, imagining Sofia handing out the last of the coats, closing up the closet, cleaning out of the theater. In a half hour, she’d be waiting for him in the alley.Or, walking home alone.“C’mon, Mr.
