Doctor, Doctor, Give Me The News | CatDog
They were shifty - someone knew something. It was just a case of getting it out of them.
Sometimes the interns were strangely… cliquey. Not just amongst their own group, which was to be expected, but amongst all of the new intern groups in the hospital. Sometimes they saw it as themselves against the world, or in this case, the rest of the staff at the hospital, and they would band together. Not always - sometimes they were all so competitive that they barely formed bonds in their own group, let alone between groups, but Tibbs was starting to wonder just how friendly all these interns were. They were covering for one another; it had to end.
And maybe this was all very dramatic, considering that the victim was a microwave that could pretty easily be thrown out and replaced, but it was about behaviour. If they let this slide then whoever had ruined the microwave would just do it again, safe in the knowledge that new microwaves were right there on the horizon. And what was next? The communal cupboards? The fridge? It couldn’t go on.
“It wasn’t any of us!” Intern number 2, Myers, shook her head vehemently. “We don’t know anything about it.”
Tibbs huffed softly, looking at each of them. “If you know something you can tell us - nobody’s in trouble here.”
Lin opened her mouth, but Michaels cut her off, “If we knew anything, we’d say. But we don’t know anything. Right?”
There was a half-hearted chorus of agreement, little more than mumbles.
Nan was positive at least one of them was guilty. Maybe all of them! It was possible they’d conspired on this— now, why someone would want to conspire to destroy the communal microwave was beyond her, but maybe they were trying out some recipe they had seen on TikTok or something like that. It could have been an accident.
Accident or not, though, they had to take accountability.
“Hmm, a very nice try, but I don’t believe you,” Nan said bluntly, clasping her hands behind her back and pacing back and forth. To be honest, she was kind of enjoying this.
“Now, you’re Dr. Tibbs’ group, so it’s up to him, really, what the consequences will be. But I assume it’s only going to get worse if you continue to lie. Is this what you do with your patients, hm? Do you lie to them to cover your own arses?” Nan paused and looked at them pointedly.
