He had not meant for it to escalate into this. One slip-up, and Kate was jumping down his throat. It may have been an mistake in procedure, but he did manage to give a little girl comfort, so she could be a little less traumatized. It was just a teddy-bear. What everyone seemed to forget is that part of the job was to help keep the patients sane, as well as alive. But what did it matter now?
"Miles, were you the last person to use the coffee maker?"
"Yeah, why?" 'What did I do this time' he thought to himself, not remembering doing any thing wrong.
You didn't clean it out. It's a mess!" Connor continued.
"Sorry, I'll clean it up." He offered. "I need to talk to you, if you have the time for me."
"I can't talk right now. I have to go test the teddy-bear for any evidence of the disease." Why did he have to bring that up?
"Oh. Hey, I think I'm going to go home for a while. Okay?"
"Yeah, just be back before 5." Miles got up and walked past Stephen without another word. He walked out the front doors thinking of nothing but his couch, a bag of chips, and the T.V. He hailed a cab, and got in, mumbling his address to the driver, who was looking through the rear view mirror at him.
"What happened to you? Just get dumped or something? You look pale." She asked, quirking an eye brow.
"No, I just have a headache, that's all." Miles said quietly. The driver understood that it wasn't what he wanted to talk about. She didn't say anything until they pulled up in front of his apartment.
"Here we are. Hope you feel better."
"Thanks," he answered, handing her the money. He got to his door, unlocked it, and made a bee line for the couch.