A knock at the door puts me on edge. I glance around the room and go to the door.
"What's the password?" I ask.
"You're an ass," Taub replies. I step back and crack the door.
"I'm sorry, that's not what we're looking for try…"
"I found a case." He sighs.
"That's better." I step back and let him in.
"Where's your patient?"
"In your hand, I hope." Taub heaves another sigh and hands the folder over. I skim it quickly.
"Guillain- Barre? Are you kidding me?"
"I don't think that's what…"
"Oh, I'm sorry… I missed the part about the paralysis of the eye. It's more likely that he's suffering from Miller Fisher."
"You aren't even going to look at him?" Taub asks.
"Nope."
"I was right; you're an ass," He takes the file back and disappears out the door.
"Bring me something better!" I shout after him. Through the blinds, I see Taub turn to look at me. Without breaking stride, he mouths something that looks suspiciously like, 'eat me.'
A nurse bangs open the door and brings me a patient.
"Thank you, so much," I sneer at her as she leaves.
"Drop dead," she replies, closing the door.