Dr. Kang found Micheal in the hallway at nine.
She carried her clipboard and had a look that showed she had made up her mind and was ready to share it.
As he returned from the roof, she stepped out of the clinic doorway, looked at him, and said "sit down" in a firm tone that wasn't a suggestion..
He sat down on the floor in the hallway.
She sat across from him, holding the clipboard on her knees, and first looked at his shoulder, which was always her initial focus. Throughout the day, he had been treating it as a secondary concern, something she was clearly aware of.
"How bad," she said.
"It's manageable," he said.
"My scale or your scale," she said.
"There's a difference," he said.
"Significant difference," she said. "Give me your scale."
"Seven," he said.
She looked at him. "You used it as a primary all day."
"The operation required it."
"The operation is over," she said. "Take the jacket off."
