Do No Harm
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Tara looked up from the chart she was reading, pausing in her journey down the NICU hallway. She had been on her way to check in on a patient when the loud disturbance startled her – made her jump, nearly drop the files she was holding, and quickly scan the area to see where the situation that needed diffused was. She should have known.
“What the hell do you think you're doing?”
Even through the closed door, she had no problem hearing Gemma Teller-Morrow yell at her son. Just twenty minute earlier, Tara had been so pleased to see Jax sitting with Abel. Other than to sign papers or check in quickly, it was his first legitimate daytime visit. After spotting him, she had stopped in Abel's room briefly to say hello before returning to her rounds, happy at the progress the father and son were making.
“Jesus Christ, mom,” Jax responded. Tara had to inch closer to hear him. Though Gemma's abrupt and rude arrival had obviously piqued his temper, Jax was at least maintaining his control. His deeper tones and moderated volume made it more difficult to pick up what he was saying through the walls and closed door. “You can't do this kind of shit here. We're in a hospital; this is a NICU department. Show a little god damned respect.”