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Dr. Jackson was indeed concerned. He had seen mental disorders in all the patients who showed positive in his test, but he was certain there was an underlying cause that was yet to be discovered. He intended to find out what it was.
Roy Dorsey didn’t have the patience for automated door openers. He always felt that they were designed for people too lazy to open the door for themselves or so slow that they were a road block to busy/important people. The sliding doors at MLK Hospital were manufactured and installed by the same company as the ones in up-scale facilities, but you couldn’t convince him that they weren’t inferior in speed and quality.
“Where’s my daughter?” shouted Dorsey at the top of his lungs as he entered the emergency waiting room.
Several police officers were present. They all instinctively put his and her hands on their holster at Dorsey’s verbal outburst, then relaxed a bit when they saw the immaculately groomed and tailored man in his mid forties stride in the door.
“Who’s in charge?” he shouted.
“May I help you?” asked nurse Henderson from across the room. She was not loud, but forceful and commanding. She walked over to meet Dorsey.
The hectic emergency room patients took a hiatus from their woes to see if any sparks would fly as Dorsey and Henderson approached each other like two gun slingers with itchy fingers.
“Are you in charge?” asked Dorsey in a rather demeaning tone of voice.
“Did anyone else respond to your question?” answered Henderson.
It caught Dorsey off-guard to hear someone question him. He looked down at the badge pinned to Henderson’s blouse.
“Does it take you that long to read my name?”
Dorsey looked up with a smirk, then condescendingly, “I would like for you to answer this question, Miss Hinder. Where’s Myla?”
“The name is Henderson. Mrs. Henderson. You are…”
“Her father. Now are you going to tell me where she is.”
“She’s in with the doctor. Would you like to know how Myla is?”
“I said I’m her father. Do you suppose I might be interested in the well being of my daughter. So?…
When Henderson saw that the man standing before her was full of bluster, she decided to give him a pass on his bad behavior. “She’s going to be OK. We’ll take you in to see her and her doctor in just a moment. You can join your wife in the family waiting room. First door on your left.”