Chapter 1
"Good
morning," Dr.Brian Littrell said with a sigh as he entered the small
medical building, the familiar sounds and noises filling the air. "Wow,
it's cold out there."
"Morning,"
came the short answer from Kevin Richardson as he read over his paper work.
Littrell
poured himself a cup of coffee. "Gee, you're talkative. What has your
attention?"
"A
gastric bypass!" the dark-haired surgeon beamed. "I, Kevin
Richardson, am performing a gastric bypass within an hour!"
The
younger man lifted his brow staring at his coffee. "Man, nothing like the
thought of opening skin and burying yourself in the blood of a tummy to get
your brain juices flowin' is there, Kev?" echoed the sarcastic reply.
"Excuse
me, Brian, but some of us earn for more than taking a child's temperature and
pulse."
The
young pediatric caregiver pushed his short dark blonde curls away from his blue
eyes. "I like what I do. I love children, I'm quite content "taking
their temperatures and pulse" as you put it. I'm glad when that's all I
have to do, I hate seeing anyone ill, that's why I became a doctor. A doctor
who happens to have a special interest in pediatrics and cardiology."
"And
what has it gotten you?" Dr.Richardson asked in exasperation. "The
only heart surgery you have ever performed was in med. school. Don't you have a
desire to just get in there and operate?"
"No,
I'm happier giving a kid a lollipop and sending them on their way, without the
need of surgery."
"You
know, that's your problem," Kevin stated running a hand through his black
hair. "You're always so content with little things. Even as a kid you were
that way. I wanted to climb a mountain, you wanted to stay at the bottom
playing in a stream."
Brian
shook his head. "There will never be a day you won't allow me to forget
I'm your little cousin, will there? And as for the part about a mountain- you
know I have a fear of heights."
Richardson
stared out the window at the small secluded area. Small roads and open space
covered the land. "Don't you ever wish you had gotten away from this hick
town?"
"We
did get away," the younger doctor simply stated. "We went to the big
city for parts of medical school. Besides, with your Kentucky accent you'd
stick out anyway. Personally, I'm glad to be in this small town working in this
tiny hospital."
"Hospital?
This place is a damn clinic, not a hospital."
"Well,
it's called Backstreet General," Brian stressed. "Sounds like a
hospital to me."
"Sounds
like a random building they stuck in the middle of nowhere and couldn't think
of a better name," the older cousin grumbled.
"Either
way, it's a good job that pays well, I can't complain, nor should you. Your
thirty-years-old and the head of this place, top surgeon, top business man.
Isn't that something to be proud of, Kev? Being chief resident?"
Kevin
stood walking toward the door. "Proud of? I'm stuck in Hickville where a
brilliant operation coming along is a once in a lifetime opportunity! And I
might only be the top surgeon until some chick they're bringing in from Chicago
gets here. I'll spend the rest of my life delivering babies and removing
appendixes!"
Brian
sipped his coffee. "Saving life, and helping bring a healthy life into the
world. Doesn't sound so bad to me."
"You're
always so optimistic," the surgeon grumbled.
The
younger man chuckled. "Oh, come on, Kev. You know, you're just upset
because you decided to cut off your pretty black locks of hair to be taken more
seriously as a physician and not look like a hippie."
Kevin
grimaced running a hand through his now, short and spiky hair his piercing
green eyes narrowing. "I don't want to talk about it. And why did you
decide to make Patch Adams your role model?"
"Humor
helps people feel better, Kev. Besides, didn't Robin Williams win the oscar for
that role?"
Dr.Richardson
released a heavy sigh. "That was "Good Will Hunting" you
moron."
"Tell
me more about this woman from Chicago. Does she have a name?"
"Turtle
or something like that. Only twenty-five. She was one of those damn whiz kids
that you always loved to hate in school. You know the type I mean."
"Yeah,
I know. You make her out to sound like a snoot."
He
sighed. "She might not be. I just really thought I'd be top dog. And to
make it worse she's bringing a couple of med students with her. Damn rookies, I
believe. A big group of nurses. They'll probably be annoying as hell."
His
cousin stroked his brow. "It only makes sense to bring in another high
profile surgeon that qualified. Besides, it's fitting. What would happen if one
of you needed surgery? Ultimately, unless it were a vain cosmetic type it would
be the other performing it. And don't worry, Kev, you'll always be a dog in my book!"
Dr.Richardson
shook his head departing. "Goodbye, Mr.Comedy, and just so you know a
nurse is coming with her. Your nurse."
"I
don't know why you're so upset about it! More people means less paper
work!" Brian shouted after him.
"Oh,
shit, oh, shit! I'm late! I'm late!" a tall, young, blonde gasped as he
ran into the open space. Blonde bangs falling into his baby blue eyes.
"New
guy?" Brian asked kindly.
"Yeah!"
"Relax,
you're not late. The people that are entering the establishment with you haven't
even arrived yet. You want a cup of coffee?"
"Sure,"
the blonde breathed taking a seat.
Brian
poured the blonde a cup of the hot, steaming liquid. "What's your name,
kid?"
"Carter.
Nick Carter."
"Nice
to meet you, I'm Dr.Brian Littrell," he answered shaking the young man's
hand.
The
student sipped his coffee. "Same here. Um, may I ask you a question?"
"Surely."
"Um,
why does this place look like a clinic?"
"Well,
it's a small town. But we have all the equidment necessary to be a hospital. We
only average a few traumatic cases a day, if that."
"That's
all?" Nick asked in shock.
"Yep.
However, I think your studying here will be fantastic. You'll get more time to
truly act as a doctor, not a stooge."
"I
like the sound of that!" the rookie beamed.
"Did
you meet the others from Chicago?"
"Yeah,
they're a great bunch of people. There's this nurse Katie Mist, the head nurse
of this new place, she's one of the sweetest girls you could ever meet.
Beautiful, kind and good at her job. And Dr.Turtle's brilliant. Gorgeous and as
smart as ever. And AJ...well there's no way to describe him."
"They
sound terrific."
"They
are." Nick bit his lip. "I noticed there were no females in the
halls. Will Nurse Mist and Dr.Turtle be the only female employees in the
facility other than the extra nurses?"
"Yes,
and a welcomed sight of scenery from what you tell me."
Nick
smiled. "Cool. Is it nice here?"
"Very."
"Will
I be working with you, Dr.Littrell?"
"Is
your major pediatrics or cardiology?"
"No,
sir."
"Then,
I seriously doubt it. You'll probably be working with either Dr.Turtle or
Dr.Richardson."
"Dr.Richardson,
what's he like?"
Brian
released a sigh. "Kid, hope you get assigned to Dr.Turtle."
"Yo,
whaz up?" a raspy voice greeted making a grand entrance.
"Hi,"
Littrell replied uneasily.
The
thin, tatooed male extended his hand. "Hey, doc, I'm AJ McLean."
Brian
shook his hand. "Dr.Brian Littrell."
AJ
took a seat making himself comfortable. "Damn, this place is tiny, man.
It's cool though. It really gives me space to express my individuality."
Brian
lifted an eyebrow. "Well, from what I can see your quite the
individual."
"Thanks.
What's your position around here?"
"Pediatrics
and cardiology are normally my assignments, then I'll often give referals to
the cardiologist or children's hospital upstate."
"Whoa,
impressive."
The
doctor chuckled. "Nice to know someone thinks so. You?"
"I
think they refer to me as a practicing med student now." The rebelious
student turned to Nick. "Hey, rookie, you're on time. Good start." He
looked around. "Where's the chicks?"
Nick
scratched his chin. "I guess you mean Nurse Mist and Dr.Turtle?"
"Yeah,
the babes," McLean clarified.
"They
haven't arrived yet."
AJ's
brown eyes saddened. "Pity."
The
conversation was distracted as Dr.Richardson came bursting through.
"Hello, gentlemen," he said quickly. "Nice to have you with us.
I will be your supervisor and instructor, Dr.Richardson."
"Along
with Dr.Turtle," Nick interjected.
Richardson
grimaced. "Yes, along with Dr.Turtle. You will also be helping our head
nurse, Katie Mist. And-"
"Whoa,
dude, don't you take a break for a hand shake or somethin'?" AJ asked
staring at the business-minded surgeon.
Kevin
crossed his arms. "I'm in the business of saving lives not shaking hands.
And who might you be?"
"McLean,
AJ McLean," he said proudly. "And the blonde's Nick Carter."
"AJ?
What a proper name," Richardson responded rudely. "What's your full
name?"
"Alexander,"
the student growled.
"Fine,
Alexander."
"I
don't like being called Alexander," AJ hissed.
Dr.Richardson
shrugged. "Well, I guess you'll have to get accustomed to it."
"Ah,
here we are!" a soft voice breathed entering the warm building.
"Nurse
Mist, Dr.Turtle, how nice of you to decide to join us!" the male surgeon
stated as though he were a teacher lecturing his students.
Dr.Turtle's
honey-brown eyes narrowed as she spoke in a mocking tone. "Dr.Richardson,
how nice of you to give us such a rude welcoming. A simple "hello"
would been quite satisfactory."
"Hello,"
Brian said innocently walking toward the new female staff members. "I'm
Dr.Littrell."
The
redhead smiled shaking his hand. "Hello, Dr.Littrell, I'm Dr.Turtle."
"And
I'm Katie Mist," the small burnette said accepting his hand.
Richardson
fumed. "My apologies, Miss Turtle."
The
woman threw her long light auburn colored locks over her shoulder.
"Apology accepted, and Dr.Richardson, please call me Dr.Turtle, as I am
qualified surgeon."
Kevin
bit his lip. "Very well, Dr.Turtle. Would you like a tour of the buliding
before I attend to my gastric bypass?"
"No,
that won't be necessary. I'd hate to keep such a time-oriented man from his
duties."
"Very
well," Kevin answered through his teeth. "Carter," he called
randomly. "Would you care to join me in a gastric bypass? It's quite
graphic and stimulating."
The
young student male paled becoming light-headed. "A gastric bypass, sir?
Where you go into someone's tummy?"
"Yes."
"Dr.Richardson,
I believe AJ would be the better recepient to attend such a graphic
presentation," Dr.Turtle stated pitying the youth before her.
"Fine,
come along, Alexander," the surgeon scowled.
"Oh,
Dr.Richardson!" the redhead called after him. "I know you're a highly
qualified surgeon, so, obviously your eye sight and hand-eye cordination is
excellent. Perhaps, there is something wrong with your hearing. His name is
AJ."
Kevin
turned walking away. "Come on, AJ!"
AJ
kissed the doctor cheek as he ran to catch up. "Thanks, Dr.Turtle!"
he mouthed.
"He's
scary, Dr.Turtle!" Nick whispered.
"Oh,
don't be scared, hon," Dr.Turtle assured him. "His ego is just better
than his common curiousity, that's all. And for the record you can all call me
Annie, with the exception of Mr.Richardson."
Katie
smiled giving her friend a high five. "You sure showed him, Annie!"
"Someone
had to," Brian sighed. "My cousin can over react."
Katie's
jaw dropped, her chocolate colored eyes widening. "You're related to
that?"
Brian
laughed. "Shocking, isn't it?"
"Very,"
the young nurse agreed.
Dr.Littrell
finished his coffee. "Would you like a tour of the building?"
The
new employees nodded in agreement.
"Emergency!"
came a panicked voice as the door burst open a young Latino paramedic running
inside. "I got a young toddler and mother in a car wreck! Kid's got a few
broken bones! Mother's got possibility of internal bleeding!"
"So,
much for that tour!" the physician yelled. "We got the kid,
Howie!" Dr.Littrell hollered to the worker pulling the stretcher into an
open room. "Just follow me, Katie!"
"I'm
right behind you!" the nurse assured him following in a rush.
"Stay
with me, Nick!" Dr.Turtle demanded as Howie brought in the injured parent.
"Heart
rate and pressure continue to lower! IV drip is barely a success!" the
Latino yelled pushing the stretcher into an open area.
Dr.Turtle
stood over the patient speaking calmy. "Hello, can you tell me where the
pain's the worst?"
"My
baby! Where's my baby?" the woman shouted in hysterics struggling to sit
up as the strong paramedic restrained her.
"Ma'am,
your daughter is with the best pediatrician this hospital could offer. She's in
good hands."
"Is
she all right?" the lady sobbed.
"She
has a few broken bones, but nothing that won't heal in time. Now, that you know
she's going to be okay. Let's worry about you? Could you do that for me?"
"All...all
right," the woman stammered stopping her fight with the paramedic.
"That's
right. What's your name?"
"Isabella."
"Well,
that's a lovely name for a lovely woman," Dr.Turtle said she examined the
severity of the patient's condition.
"How
is she?" Carter whispered below his breath.
Dr.Turtle
paled. "Shit! She's bleeding into her belly like crazy!" she
whispered. "We need her in surgery! Now!"
"Need
me to show you the way?" the paramedic volunteered.
"Please!"
the doctor accepted helping maunever the device. "Isabella, there's a
problem in your belly that I want to take a special look at. Okay? Can you stay
strong for me?"
"Yeah....yeah,
I can stay strong," the woman breathed.
"Good,
you just stay with me," Dr.Turtle replied entering the elevator.
The
paramedic smiled at her. "I didn't have time to properly introduce myself,
I'm Howie Dorough."
She
returned the smile. "I'm Annie Turtle. Pleasure to meet you."
"Likewise.
So, you're the resident we've heard so much about? Rumor has it you're more
talented than Richardson."
Dr.Turtle
blushed. "We'll see."
He
glanced at the med student. "Hi, and you are?"
"Nick
Carter, nice to meet you. So, you're a paramedic?"
"Yep,
I work in the hospital, too, since this is where our branch is located due to
the tiny size of the town."
"I see."
Howie glanced down at the patient wincing in pain as
Dr.Turtle fought to calm her. "Quite a way to start your day, isn't it,
Carter?"
Nick sighed leaning against the elevator. "And Brian
said this place wouldn't be that crazy."
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