Whatever It Takes {MxM} *COMPLETE*

{2} - Hurl

  Natasha glared hotly at him for all of two seconds while rubbing on her aching wrist before she turned with a nod and started in the opposite direction. Boy, was she walking fast. He must have really scared the living crap out of her or something. Hehehe.

  They walked for what seemed like hours and he was starting to get irritated. Was she just leading him around the whole damn place in circles or what? Cuz, if she was, he didn't trust himself not to wring her neck for her impertinence.

  "We're here." came her whisper and his head jerked up and out of his thoughts. She regarded him warily before pointing to the door behind her. "This is his room." She fairly squeaked out. "Now, will that be all or do you want to manhandle me some more, doctor Peterson?"

  He smiled at that while inside he was laughing his arse off. He bent at the waist and leaned in close after looking around for stragglers. "I am not Dr. Peterson, you twit." He said with glee and rejoiced in the comical widening of her eyes.

  "B-but...you said-."

  He tisked at her and put a shushing finger to her lips. "I never said anything, honey. You made assumptions and I went along with them. Word of advice?" he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Next time, ask for a frikkin identification card."

  The nurse squeaked in fear and shrunk back and away from him. Smart of her really, for he felt himself still on that precipice of annoyance and irritation. Turns out blondes aren't really that dumb after all. Pft!

  "What's wrong, miss nurse?" he cooed as she had done to him. "Are you afraid I might be of further harm to you or, god forbid, have designs on your person? Well, rest easy on that point. I do not abuse women. The way I just treated you not withstanding of course. I also do not find myself attracted enough to you to want to entertain any lascivious thoughts.

  Her shoulders seemed to sag and relax at that and she sighed out the breath she had most likely been holding in for a while. "Oh thank god!" she whisper yelled and laughed nervously. "Was I that transparent?"

  He nodded and rolled his eyes exaggeratingly. "Very much so." He assured, extending his hand for her to shake. "The name's Rafe De' Notti. I am here as replacement to Mr. Brookoff. He is away so I am in charge until he returns. The rounds, observations and reports on these wards will be done by me. And as I have already surmised, there is much to be answered for around here."

  He whipped out his identification and lifted it to her face.

  Her mouth formed a big O and he could have sworn he saw another flash of fear in her eyes. He knew why though. She was quite sure she would get fired now due to not only her discrimination but her slip up at not having asked for identification from someone who could very well have turned out to be a threat to all at the hospital.

  Her mouth opened but words refused to come forth.

  He put up a hand to calm her. "No." he said. "I am not gonna fire you so quit that fish out of water look. Now, on to our next order of business. I want you to go get a pen and paper and write down every name of every person that is purportedly involved in any way with this patient. Leave no names out or I will find out and you will be out of here faster than you can blink. Got that?"

  She nodded her head like an out of control bobble head, her eyes still wide as overgrown marbles. "I will." She said fervently. Then. "But for what purpose would you need those names, sir? Are they going to be fired for...you know, treating him so badly?"

  He tensed, his jaw clenching. "What do you mean by that?" he asked through clenched teeth, resisting the urge to grab her shoulders and shake her. "Explain what the hell you mean by 'badly'?"