"I understand. Better to trust a qualified doctor than some hospice nurse washed in from New York," Gabriel said with a nod and a smile as he glanced back down at his phone, the timer for being out going off just as he did. Shutting it off, Gabriel typed out the check-in notice and sent it off to the security system before typing 'hospital' into the GPS, the phone flickering through options before it came up with several options.
"Here," Gabriel said, extending his phone to her. "You take this one and find the nearest place. Let me take a look at yours. It's usually something simple when it's impact damage, a bent wire or a circuit board knocked out of place."
Or at least, that was what it had been the dozen or so times he'd fixed his old phone after dropping it.