"I'm not bloody incompetent, Nick," Tim snapped before he could help himself.
He flinched, but the grimace only lasted a second, as Tim knew he couldn't chicken out now--that he didn't want to chicken out now. No, Tim was Adamina's husband, he was the one that was supposed to be in charge of important issues like this. Nick could care, Nick could kick and scream, but Nick would have to do all of that in the waiting room while Tim took control of the situation.
"When there's something to tell, they will tell us," he continued, hand waving toward the door (and toward the intern who had seemed to have snuck out of there at the first sign of trouble), "I trust the healers, they're doing what they can, and bugging them and being up their fecking arses about new information when they don't have any isn't going to do any good!"
Tim's arms fell to his side, fists clenching for a moment before his grip loosened. He kept a straight eye with his brother-in-law, shoulders stiff. Tim would have been perfectly fine with the intern seeing what she could find out, but Nick just had to add the biting remark.
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