Nothing made Garrett regret his decision to pursue medicine like being a doctor. These people were slowly tarnishing ever silver lining he'd ever found during his days in the Regiment. Twenty-some odd years of sanity undone by a batch of bipedal psychos in less than a month. That had to be some kind of infuriating record. At least the physicals were finally getting done. That was a relief...until Will walked in. Or out, rather.
Normally, Garrett would've let the powers that be deal with this, but his temper wasn't about to let this guy try to swipe a damn opiate on his watch. Besides, with everything going on - all this chaos - there was no telling what kind of facility-wide action would be taken. He couldn't figure out why none of these people could understand that their own egos and selfish needs would get the lot of them punished. No, he'd deal wit this on his own and, God willing, none of the handlers would be the wiser. He slipped out of the clinic through the staff door - he still understand the real point of it - and managed to meet the man at the corner.
"Not a worry, Mr. McCall. Though, if you rush around with your head down, someone may start to think you've secreted something out of my clinic." The smile on his face was in stark contrast to the cold tone of his voice.