Sam let out a long sigh, rubbing the temples on his head. He seemed fairly calm for someone who felt like he had to look after a diva.<br/><br/>“I don’t make the rules, it’s just my job to follow them.” He stated, looking at the man with a frown. The lines on his face indicated that he held the facial expression a lot.<br/><br/>“You and I both know your numbers have gone up but you’ve gone to shit Faelan! Ever since…” There was a pause as Sam considered continuing or not. “Look, I’ll see if I can pull a few strings and cut the slack on you so you can do things your way, but one thing is for sure: Start getting your shit together, because there’s only so much I can do. Get you and that thing,” he said pointedly, jabbing a finger in Shula’s direction, “Under control, or I’m not going to be the one handling your ass anymore.”<br/><br/>Shula glared at Sam, not seeming to take to be called a “thing.” The nurse was wrapping up her supplies now, putting everything back into a bag and soon her and Sam exited the room.