“Garrison,” he said flatly, “Vance is a lazy doctor coasting on credentials. He profiles patients. Makes snap judgments. Doesn’t do the diagnostic work if he thinks he’s already figured them out from across the room. I’ve heard he’s especially bad with young men. Assumes they’re all addicts looking for a fix.”
“Has he ever been disciplined?”
A humorless sound came through the speaker. “Complaints, yes. Consequences, no. Mercy has protected him. Administration settles quietly. Keeps things from becoming official whenever it can.”
“What kind of complaints?”
“Inadequate care. Dismissed symptoms. Delayed diagnoses. The usual pattern.” Simmons lowered his voice slightly, though there was no one else on the line. “If your son is as sick as you think he is, don’t waste time arguing. Get there. Get another physician involved. And document everything.”