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is partially blocked by a tree.” He removed his coat as he moved about the small room checking things out. “I got here as soon as I could.”
    “All right, all right, I’m glad you finally made it. I was starting to worry.” Jamie scowled at his old friend, wondering if he was, in fact, still a friend. He had always thought of Brian as a brother, but ten years is a long time not to see someone. They had exchanged emails and phone calls back and forth through the years, but it wasn’t the same as being in the same room with one another.
    Brian dropped the black bag he was carrying on the table. “So, what’s wrong with you?” he asked as he ran a hand through his black hair, smoothing it back into place.
    “Nothing, I’m fine.”
    “Yeah, I can tell. You look like you’re about to pass out at any moment.”
    Jamie shrugged lightly. “I’m running a slight fever and I was shot last night.”
    “Shot?” Brian’s brown eyes flashed in anger. “What have you gotten yourself into this time? I thought you were trying to go straight. Turn your life around.”
    “Lower your voice,” Jamie hissed. “I don't want to wake her up.”
    Brian glanced back at the bedroom door. “The girl who called me just told me that you were hurt. She didn’t say anything about you being shot.”
    “Hurt, shot, same thing.”
    Brian looked like he was about to argue but instead motioned for Jamie to come to the table. “Come on; let me take a look at you.”
    “Let’s do this back in town.”
    Brian gave him a look of exasperation. “You brought me all the way out here because you need my help, so sit down and shut up.”
    Jamie arched an eyebrow as he sank down in the chair. “Is this how you treat your patients?”
    “No, this is how I treat you,” he said helping Jamie remove his shirt.
    “Well?” he asked after Brian had removed the bandage and inspected his arm.
    “You’ve got a fever and you’ve been shot.”
    “I’m so glad you made it here to tell me that. I’ve been wondering all day what was wrong with me. What are you going to do about it?” he hissed.
    “Oh relax. It’s a superficial wound.”
    “I beg to differ.”
    “You’ll live. It looks like it passed all the way through. I’m more worried about your fever,” he said pressing a hand against Jamie’s forehead. “You may have some bits and pieces of your clothing in there causing an infection.” He dug through his bag, removing a bottle of antiseptic and gauze. “You should feel honored. I don’t normally make house calls.”
    Jamie hissed in pain as Brian began cleaning his wound. “Ow. Do you know what you’re doing?”
    “Do I ask you how to kill people?” Brian said snidely.
    “No, I figured they would have taught you that in med school,” Jamie snapped back.
    “Oh, just relax. When we get back to the hospital—”
    “No hospital,” Jamie said through clenched teeth.
    “Why?”
    Jamie started to answer, but then stopped as a coughing fit took over. When he could breathe again, he said, “You’d have to report that I’ve been shot.”
    Brian gave him a look as he bandaged Jamie’s arm. “Yeah, so?”
    “I somehow don’t think my probation officer would be too happy about that. They might start asking questions. Questions I don’t want to answer.”
    “It might be getting infected,” Brian said in a warning tone of voice.
    “I’m not going back to prison, Brian.”
    “All right, we’ll go back to my place.” He lifted his head, his eyes going glassy for a moment. “Or I could take you to Kristen’s.” He grinned. “She’s mad at you, by the way.”
    Jamie looked at him with a frown. “Kristen? When did you talk to Kristen? I thought you were trying to avoid everyone but Phoebe now that you’re a respectable doctor. Don’t want to hobnob with the criminal element.”
    “Well, that was the plan, but I didn’t have much choice when Nathan carried Kristen into the ER last night. It’s like old home