He then called my office, "Tell your Dr. Whitaker to stop fooling around and come back immediately. Even if she doesn't want me as a husband, the child still needs me as a father. And don't try to fool me with any more nonsense about life and death. I left the hospital's five most authoritative specialists with her that day. She would have been fine."
The one who answered the phone was the young nurse he had slapped that day. Her respectful tone carried a hint of impatience. "I already told you that Miss Dawson took away all the specialists you kept!"
Tom paused while lighting his cigarette. "Dina took away the specialists?" he asked.
The nurse on the other end seemed to see a glimmer of hope. "Yes, she took them all! Dr. Whitaker was the only one left in the entire hospital. So … "
"Was it because Dina's back injury flared up? Did she get examined? Is it serious?" Tom interrupted the nurse, his eyes filled with anxiety.
The nurse froze upon hearing his words. After a long pause, she finally spoke again, "Mr. Lynch, Miss Dawson's back wasn't injured at all. It's Dr. Whitaker … "