We have life-threatening calls we have to get to first. I-”“But you people aren’t doing shit about this. Those assholes are driving me crazy!”“Sir, please calm down. Officers will be sent once a unit is available. I understand your frustration, but a noise complaint isn’t exactly a high priority.”Chris squeezed the cell phone to the point of shattering it, the bandaged gash on his palm screaming in pain as he did it. He hissed, inspected the gauze on both hands; he had just got the damn things to quit bleeding and didn’t need another episode. But beside a small red circle in the center of the bandage, it was clean. His skin burned hot and sweat trickled down his forehead. “It’ll turn into a high priority when I go down there and take care of it myself, won’t it?”“Sir, please don’t make threats. This is a recorded line, and-“Chris hung up on the operator, cocked his arm back as if to throw the phone against the wall, but calmed himself, tossed the cell to the couch.
