"Now leave. After disinfection, Charlotte will write an incident report."
Raymond's fist swung up, eyes bulging.
I didn't flinch. "Go ahead. Assaulting medical staff will land you behind bars."
Charlotte rushed over, tears brimming. "It's all my fault. I'll take responsibility, okay? Don't make things hard for Raymond..."
I rolled my eyes and let out a cold laugh. "If this sample is positive, can you take responsibility for the infection risk?"
"Nursing isn't playing house. That uniform isn't a costume for your little victim act."
Raymond James was hauled away by security, half-escorted, half-shoved out the door.
Charlotte Cooley ran crying toward the doctors' offices.
I knew exactly who she was going to find.
Sure enough, within five minutes, Kevin Dickerson stood in front of me, furious.
"Brooklyn, what did you do to Charlotte? She's crying so hard she can barely breathe!"
I didn't even look up. "She broke an HIV patient's blood sample. I told her to follow protocol and write an incident report. Is there a problem?"
"You could've been gentler! Charlotte just started her internship—of course she's scared of you!"