Chapter 3
"Lye
back," Dr.Littrell told Katie patting the gurney in the open examing room.
Katie
shook her head. "No, no I-I'm okay," she stuttered mildly shocked.
"It's
okay," he whispered resting his hand on her waist. "I'm not going to
try to hurt you."
She
stared at him, seeing truth in his eyes. "Okay," she whispered
allowing him to help her onto the gurney.
He
stood over the sink washing his hands. "Does it hurt badly?"
The
nurse stared at him dumbly. "A man just sunk his teeth into my
flesh."
Brian
blushed. "Stupid question." He dried his hands grabbing a pair of
gloves. "Let's take a look."
Katie
groaned. "Ya' know, I didn't plan on being on this side of medical
job."
"We're
all human," Dr.Littrell sighed gently pulling back her clothing to examine
her shoulder. His eyes narrowed. "That animal," he whispered beneath
his breath.
"Is
it bad?"
He
gave a little smile. "Not too bad, just a few stitches. Are you up to date
on all your shots?"
"Yeah."
"Okay,"
he replied cleansing the wound. "I'll run a blood test check on everything
just
for precaution."
The
nurse paled. "What about him? The drunk? A you running a blood test on
him?"
Dr.Littrell
nodded sadly. "Yeah, we will."
"What
if he had AIDS, or-"
"Just
relax," the doctor said cutting her off. "If you start asking
yourself "what if" you'll send yourself into a nervous
breakdown."
Katie
released a deep breath. "I think I'm already there."
Brian
paused. "Let's be positive, he broke the skin but he wasn't
bleeding."
"Right."
"I
know, that doesn't ease all of your fears, but maybe it'll help."
The
nurse fought tears. "I'm sorry, I'm over-re-acting."
"No,
not at all. As medical staff members we're trained to help save human life, but
that doesn't mean we step away from it. Don't lose your feelings. It can ruin a
person," he said sadly as he prepared a needle to numb the infected area.
The
female employee lifted an eyebrow. "Is that what happened to your cousin?
Dr.Richardson?"
"Precisely."
He prepped the skin. "You ready?"
She
shut her eyes nodding. "Go ahead."
Brian
injected the needle watching her wince. "You're sensitive to
needles?"
"A
little." Katie glanced around. "So, why is Richardson like
that?"
The
doctor glanced up at her. "Are you trying to aviod the situation with conversation?"
"Hell
yeah. I'm sure, you're great and all, but I don't like the idea of someone
sewing on me like a quilt."
He
grinned. "It should be okay, scout's honor."
"I
never trusted boy scouts," she smirked.
"Smart
lady. Lay down, it'll make it easier to have access to the area."
"Very
well," she sighed lifting her legs up.
"Don't
talk, it'll make it worse."
"Okay,
keep talking, okay? Tell me about you, Kevin, anything. Please?"
"All
right," he agreed starting the procedure. "Close your eyes."
Brian
took a deep breath. "So, dear cousin Kevin, well he's known as the hardass
of Backstreet General. I'm sure you've noticed that by now, haven't you? You
see, Kevin is in this business because of his father. Um, his Dad, my uncle, he
was um....sick. He had cancer, and he passed away. Kevin entered pre-med the
next day. It caused him to view this field as a business, wanting to save very
person as though they were an account. He still hurts anytime he sees someone
ill, but instead of showing expression he remains a stone. He is afraid to show
emotion, thinking he could make a mistake and mistakes lead to death in his
mind. I swear, he's not an ass, but just misunderstood. He's a damn fine
surgeon, just lacks something in the personality department." He smiled.
"But I think your Dr.Turtle just might be his match." Brian lifted
his head. "All done. Was it too bad?"
She
shrugged sitting up. "Nothing I'd care to repeat, thank you."
Brian
patted her knee. "I can't blame you. Here, let me clean up and bandage those
scratches."
"So,
tell me about you," the nurse requested as she extended her arm.
"Well,
there's not much to tell."
"Why
did you become a doctor?"
Dr.Littrell
flashed a half-grin as he continued his work. "Well, when I was little I
was severely ill with a staph infection and it almost cost me my life. The
doctors even told my parents to start preparing a funeral, but somehow through
God's hands I survived. But, the staff discovered I had a heart murmur. And a
couple of years ago I had open-heart surgery to correct the murmur and a hole
in my heart no one knew about. So, I feel so blessed I want to try to help
people here are earth anyway I can and leave the rest in God's plan."
"Good
plan," Katie agreed. "And I'm happy to hear you're doing so well."
"Thank
you. So, now it's your turn. What's your story?"
"Well,
there's not much to tell. I wanted to be a pediatrician, or so I thought. Until
I saw the price of medical school and the years it took to get through. Then, I
decided I wanted to be a teacher." She paused. "But my mother got
sick, she had to have heart surgery, small world, huh? So, that reminded me how
much I wanted to help people through this field. So, I decided to be a nurse.
Less school, less money and I still get to help people."
"Is
your mother all right?"
"She's
in a good health, thank you."
"Why
did you and Annie leave Chicago?"
"Well,
we didn't like the job environment. We were forced to treat patients in a
certain way, and sometimes that way wasn't right. We both hated Chicago and
when this opportunity came around, we'd jumped at it. Your hospital is a better
working environment, it's not so busy that you have to treat patients like
numbers instead of people."
"Even
between the injuries and Kevin?"
"Even
with the injuries and Kevin."
Brian
whistled. "Wow, your old hospital must have really been a living
hell."
"It
was."
"There
ya' go. Good as new, and you won't have a single scar. But wear your battle
wounds with pride while you have them."
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"He's
gonna' be out for awhile and there was no severe damage. Just some bad cuts and
bumps," Dr.Richardson breathed stepping out of the drunken patient's room.
"Do
you get a lot of patients like him?" Nick Carter asked nervously.
"No,
luckily," the doctor replied his voice monotone. "You need to work on
your restraining skills, Carter. You have a great deal of strength from what I
can see, use it."
"Sir,
with all due respect, that man was bigger than you and me put together,"
the student stated. "But yet AJ took him out," he smirked.
"What
McLean did was completely uncalled for! It was disgusting and unkooth!"
"But
he hurt people, he freakin' bit Katie and he pulled out a hell of a kick on
Annie."
"Annie?"
"Dr.Turtle."
"I
thought she liked being called "Dr.Turtle"?" Richardson snarled
crossing his arms.
"She
said I could call her Annie, um when not infront of patients," Nick
fibbed.
"I
see. Come on, let's go finish our lunch."
The
two employees saw Dr.Turtle standing before them attending to an elderly man
with a nasty cut above his eyebrow.
"All
right, Mr.Santos," Dr.Turtle said as she wiped the excessive blood away
from his skin. "I don't believe stitches are not necessary, I'm going to
give you an antibotic creme to keep the wound from getting infected-" she
paused taking in a deep breath wincing. "And..ah..um.." she shut her
eyes grimacing.
"Are
you all right, honey?" the old man worried watching her movements.
"Fine,
sir, thank you. Now, you use this creme once a day, and change the dressing
daily for one week, all right?"
"Will
do, doc. Thank ye'," he replied making his way toward the exit.
Relief
washed over the young doctor as the patient departed. She paled resting her
head down against the table, breathing deeply.
"Miss
Turtle?" Kevin questioned emotionlessly.
She
lifted her head quickly ignoring her pain. "Do we have a case to tend
to?"
"Yes."
"Okay,"
she whispered slowly standing wincing as she brought her hand to her left side.
"What case?"
"Yours'.
Come on let's go. Exam room three."
"Excuse
me?" she snapped. "I don't think so, I appreciate your concern. But
I'm all right."
"You're
in pain," Nick said gently. "Maybe you should just let him
look."
"I'm
okay," she said walking away pausing as the pain became overwhelming.
"Oh, God," she whispered kneeling over.
"Annie!"
Nick called out.
"I"m
fine, really," she choked fighting to keep her composure.
"That's
it!" Dr.Richardson declared in exasperation reaching over Annie's right
side lifting her up. "When did my life become a damn episode of Doogie
Hoowsier? Come on, Nick, another lesson for you. Dealing with hostile, injured
women."
"What
in the Sam hell do you think you're doing?" Dr.Turtle hissed as Kevin
carried her in exam three lying her down on the gurney.
"I'm
checking you over to make sure you're all right. I saw that asshole kick you,
it would put someone my size in undeniable, unbearable pain. I can only imagine
how it felt for you. Now, may I please lift up your shirt?"
Kevin
noticed her nervous expression. "Mr.Carter could leave."
The
young physician sighed. "He can stay, since you enjoy making a laughing
spectical of me infront hospital employees. Since it wasn't enough of you to
play He-Man in the hallway, carrying me around like a doll."
Kevin's
eye narrowed. "Well, it's not like I want to stare at your pasty pale
skin!"
Carter
quietly came behind her gently helping her ease off her white coat.
"Thank
you," she whispered. She then began unbuttoning a few of the buttons,
wincing as she struggled to pull back the clothing.
"I'll
do it," Nick said softly lifting it up. "Oh my God...."
"Holy
Shit!" Kevin gasped viewing the bruising and swelling. Various shades of
purple, blue and red painted her side along imprint of the drunk man's foot.
"I'm so sorry," he apologized sincerely as he placed his hands on her
pale skin.
"Ahhhh!"
she yelped.
He
frowned. "Nick, could you go help AJ with Howie, please? They're going
over medical procedures during natural emergencies."
"Certainly,"
he answered slipping out the door.
Dr.Turtle
rolled her eyes. "Did I break a rib?"
Richardson
probed the area as gently as possible. "I want an x-ray, but extensive
bruising has occured." He continued examing her. "Any burning?"
"When
I breathe in."
He
retrieved his hands taking a deep breath. "I'll walk you down to x-ray,
and save you a long wait."
"Look,
why don't you just save us both some time and just bandage my damn ribs? It's
the exact same treatment whether they're broken or bruised."
"Would
you let your patient out without an x-ray?"
"No."
"Then,
I can't let you, you're my patient."
"What?
I'm not your patient, I'm your colleague!"
"Don't
get so fiesty, you'll only cause yourself more pain."
"I'm
not fiesty!"
"Okay,
do you like the word "bitchy" better?"
"OOOH!"
she fumed. "Ouch!" I winced as she took a deep breath in. "Damn
ribs...."
"Let's
go," he sighed helping her button her top. "Would you prefer I push
you there on the gurney?"
"No,
I can walk, thank you very much!" she argued storming out of the room with
a grimace.
"Annie!"
Katie exclaimed as she and Brian stepped into the hallway infront of the
hostile doctors. "Are you okay?"
"She
needs an x-ray!" Kevin griped.
"I'm
fine!" she spat glaring at him. "How are you?"
"A
few stitches, nothing major. I even got a lollipop!" she bragged showing
it to her friend.
"She
earned it," Brian chuckled patting her back. He faced Dr.Turtle.
"Now, what's this about an x-ray?"
"She
has severe bruising and may have cracked or broke a rib," Kevin
interjected.
"I'm
okay!"
"Then,
why did I have to carry you to the exam room?"
"Because
you'd like to think you're Superman!"
"Annie..."
Katie warned. "Just let him do the x-ray, you took a hell of a kick."
"But-"
Katie
shoved the open lollipop into Dr.Turtle's mouth. "There, maybe that will
keep your mouth shut. Although, it's highly doubtful."
"Humph!"
the resident managed to grunt out.
Brian
crossed his arms. "Kevin, aren't you rubbing this in her face just a
little?"
"What?"
"Kevin..."
"Argh!"
Katie
shook her head. "I feel like a referee in a grade school parking
lot."
Brian
smirked staring at the angry employees. "They could definitely use a time
out."
"That's
quite enough!" Kevin demanded.
Dr.Turtle
pulled the sucker out of her mouth. "For the first time today I agree with
you."
Katie
gently led her friend away. "Come on, I'll take your x-ray."
"Are
you okay to do that?" Annie asked in concern.
"You're
one to talk."
Brian
looked up from his clipboard. "Why don't you both take a break in exam
five after Annie's ribs are taken care of? It's never too extreme around here
and you both need some medicine and rest after everything you went
through."
"We
will," Katie assured him dragging off her redheaded friend before she
could debate upon the subject.
"WOMEN!"
Kevin growled.
Brian
scratched his head. "I'd say Dr.Turtle's simply you as a female."
Kevin's
jaw dropped. "I feel terribly insulted."
"You're
right, she's very pretty. You'd make a damn ugly female with those eyebrows of
yours'."
Howie,
AJ and Nick joined the debating cousins as they exited the lounge. Howie
turned to Dr.Richardson. "All right, they know all the drills in case of a
natural emergency, now, if you'll excuse me I have some paperwork to do."
Brian
looked up at the med. students. "Hey, guys I've got a child with vomiting,
dehydration and weakness to tend to. Anyone wanna' join me?"
"Puking
kids...how could I resist," Nick said walking behind Littrell.
"Mr.McLean,"
Richardson sneered. "This is the perfect time for you and I to have an
important conversation."
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