don't threaten me with a good time

Everest

The nurse endures Mateo's rant with glazed-over eyes. "Sir, if you don't—" The florist's final request is what convinces the nurse that yes, this is actually a reporter, and it's without hesitation that he lifts a phone to his ear and presses a button. "Security? Yes. Main desk, south entrance. Thank you." The nurse isn't so tired that he doesn't also look smug.

The word security has caught the attention of an energetic blonde who turns toward the front door. Only recognizing Mateo because of the Italian that her mind latently replays for her, she hands her clipboard to an orderly and makes her way toward the desk. It was hard to forget the man wearing a stag's head who had shouted at Remi from across the room, and it was because of how garish he was that she remembered him being with Ever. They were a rather odd combination, she had thought at the time. 'Come with me.' She says calmly, nodding to the nurse with a smile. "I'll take care of this. Thanks Keith."

So saying, Isla's heels click smartly on the freshly polished floor as she leads Mateo toward an elevator. "He's on floor three, room 302. He's out of surgery and with a bit of luck should make a full recovery."

I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.