The surgery went well and Kelly did more than his share of the work, letting Sara depend on someone in her OR for the first time in longer than she cared to remember. She worked solo and rarely spoke with the other doctors or nurses unless it was work related. Her old life of being everyone's favorite and caring to be involved in the movement of the hospital was long since dead. To allow someone in meant that the subject of the past would come up or a personal history discussion of where they'd been and she just wasn't interested in lying or trying to skirt the issue. She could honestly play it out in her head where someone asked about her past and she blurted out, "I'm a murderer" without another breath being taken. It was too risky and the government had shut her down and basically forced her to take enough therapy so that everything from her former life was package tightly in a box and left to rot in the confines of her skull.

She finished up and walked to the small room outside the OR, pulling off her mask and gloves and starting to scrub out as she nodded to Kelly, "Thank you for your help in there, Dr. Scott. You stepping up to assist made things that were seemingly complicated easier and I appreciate it." She finished washing and turned to grab a towel, the sound of someone poking their head in the back of the room caused her to jump. 

"Sara, when you're done I'd like to see you in my office." Jeremy Bosworth gave them a quick look-over and walked out.

"Fuck..." she whispered, not wanting to deal with him or any of this drama. "You were right. Richard isn't going to be happy and yet we basically just saved him from losing one of his patience thanks to his inconsistency in performing the smaller tasks of his job." 

She walked to the door, looking over at Kelly, "You don't need to come if you don't want to. I've jumped in the rink with Richard many times and I believe that he's more pissed about my unwillingness to join him at dinner than me stepping in a saving his ass every other day."

She left it at that and walked toward his office, anger burning in her chest increasingly hotter and hotter as she reached him. She took a shaky breath as she knocked and heard him tell her to enter. He had too much power and knew nothing of her past or her abilities, but looked at her as if she were his next great conquest. She slipped into the room and took a few steps forward to stand before him.

"You wanted something?" Her voice was professional and yet strong with the resolve that she'd not be taking any flack from him in the slightest. 

He stood and leaned over the table, his look menacing. "That was my patient, Sara. You had no right to call diagnosis on her and perform a surgery without contacting me."

"It's not my job to pick up the phone and call you back from prancing around the town while someone is dying. They called a code blue and I ran to assist. Please do tell me when the last time you stopped to check a chart for your name as the attending physician was when someone was dying on one of our tables." She paused and jumped back in, "Oh that's right... you're never here when they call a code blue."

He held up his hand to stop her. "If this is about me seeing Rachel I can explain."

She scoffed and started to blast him harder when she heard the door behind her open and close. "This has nothing to do with anything other than you calling me in your office to berate me after I saved a life. Put it in my file and send me a bill."