Title: A Doctor's Oath
Character(s): Lily E/P. + James P.
Summary: Lily Evans is a nurse, working under the arrogant un-emotive Dr. Potter. However when one of his best-friends gets rushed to the E.R, will Lily realize that maybe this Doctor isn't so heartless after all?
Notes: I've been slightly nervous about continuing this – but then while driving home this morning from my dad's I was instantly struck with an idea for later on in the story and this chapter! I feel so awesome for writing uploading a chapter per day – and though it won't always be like this, I hope it's quick like that! Hope you like the chapter – and please review, tell me what works and what doesn't!
"Morning Evans," Despite the rain outside, and the grey shades of the sky, Doctor Potter seemed to have his usual arrogant smirk on his face, and the same ruffled up hair. Lily turned abruptly to mutter a small 'good morning' before returning to her work filling in the newest information on the teen that had, suffered a seizure since the previous day.
9:42 – Patient's lungs are working perfectly, but cannot receive any air without Trach-tube. Is on an air machine to ensure Oxygen is received. Trach-tube has been cleaned – next cleanse of tube due 7:42 PM. (Nurse Evans)
"Is the teen still unable to breathe properly?" Doctor Potter asked suddenly, as he ran a hand through his hair. Looking up, Lily noticed that his eyes held no emotion for the boy, and that he didn't seem to care in the slightest. Briskly, she nodded, before looking back down at her work.
She didn't care the slightest about the emotionless man that was James Potter. If he didn't know how to feel, she mused, then why was he a doctor in the first place. Emotionless people normally ranged off into business, where they could fire and hire people at their own will.
"Hmm..." Dr. Potter continued, as he quickly picked up a pen, and took a spare piece of lined paper out of one of the racks. Immediately, he took to writing several sentences on it, before placing the pen back down and after folding it – putting it in his jean pocket, "Have we got that pancreatitis patient's MRI results back yet?"
Lily looked up at Dr. Potter with a glare.
"His name is Mr. Harris."
Dr. Potter ran a hand through his hair once again, almost as if he wanted to look good in front of the nurse, before he looked back at her with a grimace.
"Alright Evans, I'll do it your way – have we got Harris' MRI results back yet?"
Lily nodded 'yes' before closing the medical chart and placing it back in the rack where other medical charts were stored. Next, she quickly skimmed through the names on the top of the charts before her eyes stopped on Mr. Christopher Harris' chart.
Taking it out quickly, she handed it over to the doctor without as much of a word, before watching him as he opened it.
"So the guy doesn't have chronic pancreatitis like his last doctor thought. He has three pancreatic abscesses." He spoke aloud, "Well, that does explain his nausea, vomiting and his abdominal pain."
Quickly he picked back up the pen he had been using several moments ago, before writing something on the chart. After a few seconds he seemed to assess what he had written before closing the chart so quickly it made a muffled 'bang'. Lily looked at the black haired doctor expectedly,
"I've scheduled him for surgery – we'll try and get him in next week," He started, giving Lily the information on Mr. Harris' treatment. "We're going to drain the abscesses out over the course of the operation, and then in another surgery we'll remove any dead tissue."
Lily nodded,
"How long is he going to stay here for afterwards?" She asked, slightly happy that she had almost got Dr. Potter to feel something for the man.
"You deal with it. My job is to get him better, not flounce around and wonder how long he can stay here."
Lily deflated slightly, Potter was completely impossible!
"But, I want you to ensure he goes to the ICU after his operation," He continued, completely oblivious to Lily's feelings, "I don't want him to get Sepsis – I want him out of this hospital as soon as possible."
Lily nodded – maybe eventually she would be able to see Potter care for his patients, if not even a tiny bit.
Doctor Potter's pager went off, buzzing slightly, and within seconds he had it in his hand, looking at it with his hazel eyes. He frowned,
"Evans," He started as he deleted the message, clipping it back to his jeans. Lily looked at him with her full attention, though she would rather be anywhere else, "I'm not expected to work in the E.R today am I?"
Slowly Lily shook her head – if Doctor Potter was working in the emergency room, then so would she, and she would have been warned. That was probably why he had asked her such a question.
"Oh..." Potter continued, "Someone probably just got the wrong pager number... idiots."
He scowled suddenly, as if angry, but Lily couldn't help but notice that his eyes were still as blank as they usually were.
"How are you feeling today Mrs. Figg?" Lily asked the old woman, who was currently looking past Lily at where Potter stood. Mrs Figg had been in the hospital for three weeks, and was currently on the waiting list for a new kidney. When she had been an adolescent, she had donated one of her kidney's to a young adolescent, but now, due to the fact that she had contracted 'Pyelonephritis' an infection in her kidneys which had caused her Kidney to stop working, she found that she needed the operation.
"Oh..." Mrs. Figg replied quietly with her southern-English accent, "Oh... my abdomen aches from the pain of that infection dear, but I'm sure I'll deal with that until my operation."
Mrs. Figg's was to undergo her kidney transplant, in a little over two months, and Lily felts slightly guilty that the woman had to wait for what seemed like years, until she was healthy again.
Doctor Potter was about to ask something, but he was interrupted when a young intern came rushing into the room, breathing heavily as she cried out,
"Doctor Potter – Doctor Potter!"
The doctor sighed, obviously impatient with the intern already. Lily tried not to notice the harsh tone in his voice as he snapped,
"What?"
Both Mrs. Figg and the intern blinked, alarm over riding their senses. However, unlike Mrs. Figg, the intern quickly recovered as she looked up at Doctor Potter,
"You're needed down in the emergency room Sir." She spoke quietly, as if scared by the Potter's tone. Potter shook his head impatiently, and though she couldn't see the intern very well, Lily knew that the girl was hiding fear in her eyes.
"I don't work down in the emergency room," He quickly waved her off, giving Lily a look that told her to continue with the prognosis. The two of them only had a question or two to ask the woman but it seemed that the Intern would not budge.
"We know you don't work in the E.R Sir," The intern explained, "But there's been a crash and I was told to come get you!"
Doctor Potter simply ignored the intern and Lily could notice that he had clenched his jaw slightly, irritation present in his expression. Lily – knowing that eventually Potter would snap – felt slightly sorry for the girl.
"Well, why don't you tell those down in the emergency room that they've done it before and they can do it now without me, I don't see why I should care about a car crash."
Mrs. Figg looked slightly abashed now, and though Lily felt the same, she also found anger bubbling up inside her as well. If she wasn't with a patient, she would have probably slapped him there and then. She however, did admire the intern's persistence.
"Sir – one of the people in the crash... he's got you as his I.C.E." The intern finally spoke, deflating slightly.
Even Lily knew what I.C.E meant – In case of emergency, and instantly she wondered if Doctor Potter was married. She scolded herself as soon as the thought registered in her brain however – why should she care if Doctor Potter was married or not?
She shouldn't – she didn't.
Potter's expression suddenly changed from slightly angry and irritated, to blank and emotionless. Lily also noticed his hands clench into fists, as he spoke with a slight crack in his voice,
"What?"