Claire felt like she should've seen this coming from a mile away. Hands on her hips, she dropped her head and murmured, "Jesus," then sighed and lifted her gaze to watch the scene unfold, where the young nurse, the color drained from his face, stuttered apologetically, backing himself up into the curtains. Claire raised her eyebrow at him and pointed to the door. "Take a minute." Thankfully, another nurse had gone to retrieve another EpiPen, and the patient was still stable under observation. Claire turned to the man with the beeping monitor and approached him, taking a look at his hand. Soon after, the other nurse returned with the epinephrine, muttering to herself about tonight's ongoing "shitfest".
"Okay, sir, breathe as steadily as you can and come with me, I'm going to take you to another room." Claire stood by his side and guided him to the door. "Do you have a heart condition?" she asked, glancing at his watch.