Chapter 3Dennis heard the click of the plastic vials as they hit the metal grid in the cart. He opened his eyes. The dingy curtains surrounding his cubicle swayed as the phlebotomist maneuvered his cart around the moving wall. He saw the technician rooting through the cart for supplies. Dennis sighed. A tech with an empty cart was a bad sign. He was either at the end of his shift or lazy. He looked up, and heard the tech cursing under his breath. s**t, Dennis thought, the guy was on a mandated double shift. It wasn’t looking good for the angels tonight.
The tech pulled his arm out without so much as a greeting, jamming Dennis’s arm between the bed rail and the cart. Dennis raised his eyes to look for the guy’s ID because he was not going to let a trainee take his blood.
“Been at this lon
