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man got married on a whim? While drunk?”
    Patrick sighs. “I’m as appalled as you are.”
    “I hardly think that’s true, Dr. McCloud.” Schaeffer turns to Will. “Are you…?” He looks back to Patrick. “Is this young man a hooker?” He spits it out.
    “If he was, that would be none of your business.” Patrick fumes. Who does Schaeffer think he is? What does any of this have to do with neurosurgery?
    “I am not a hooker!” Will scrambles to add.
    “Let me get this straight,” Schaeffer barks, and Patrick’s on the verge of forcing him out the door. He is already so done with explaining himself today. “You married a stranger while intoxicated?”
    “That sums it up.” Patrick shrugs. “We’re getting it annulled. No need to worry your little head about it, Chief. All’s well that ends well, and all that.”
    “You can’t get the marriage annulled, Dr. McCloud. Correct me if I’m wrong, but it appears the union has been consummated.” Schaeffer looks pointedly at Patrick’s chest, still flecked with dried come. Will slaps a hand over his mouth, his face turning bright red. “And I can’t imagine that you have any other sustainable grounds.”
    “Fraud, for one,” Patrick says.
    “There was no fraud!” Will gasps.
    Patrick grabs Will’s wrist and points at his bracelet. “Withholding information about a major disease surely counts as fraud. And there is the question of sound mind at the time of the marriage, and given the extent of our intoxication, neither of us can claim that. And, if it comes down to it, I’ll happily fudge on the definition of consummation to get out of this mess. What the assholes in charge of handing out annulments don’t know won’t hurt them. I’d say we have plenty of grounds.”
    “Dr. McCloud.” Schaeffer sounds more appalled than Patrick’s ever heard him. He’s surprised that’s even possible. “Are you telling me you intend to lie to court officials?”
    “Well, I can hardly stay married to some trust fund brat I met in a bar, can I?” Patrick’s flabbergasted by the idiocy. Though why that is, he can’t say. Nearly everyone is stupid. Life only proves that to him again and again.
    Schaeffer’s eyes narrow, and Patrick is reminded of why he’s a formidable Chief. He’s got opinions and annoyingly uptight morals and he’s not afraid to stand by them. Crap .
    “Dr. McCloud, I must say that I find your cavalier attitude on this matter quite reprehensible.”
    “Well I find the idea of some sort of sanctity of marriage to be equally reprehensible,” Patrick replies, pissed now.
    “I’m not talking about the sanctity of marriage, Dr. McCloud—though, yes, I’m disturbed by how lightly you seem to take that revered institution as well. I am extremely uncomfortable with your attitude toward taking responsibility for your actions, and your willingness to perjure yourself for your own benefit.”
    “Excuse me? This was a drunken mistake, not a—”
    Schaeffer talks over him. “If your moral fiber is so weak that a little alcohol and a night in Las Vegas are enough for you to give into poor decision making, and then you are willing to compound that lack of morality with a premeditated lie to a court of law to get yourself out of the resulting consequences of those actions, I can only imagine the lies you might tell the Georgia Medical Review Board to maintain your license.”
    Patrick goes cold. “If you’re saying what I—”
    “Oh, yes, I am, Dr. McCloud. If you’re willing to try to take a shortcut out of owning up to your responsibility here, I see no reason to believe you wouldn’t do the same during your recent disciplinary hearing regarding the death of Jake Taylor.”
    Patrick can barely see through the fury. The cold helplessness that swelled in him when he realized he was losing the boy had haunted him for months. “I did everything I could to save Jake. His death was unfortunate, but not malpractice. I stand by my work and