Disclaimer: See chapter three. The only characters that belong to me are Dr. Conway and Dr. Handley.
AN: YAY! I finally sorted through my muddled thoughts to form this chapter. Things start to happen, so the story line should start to speed up now.
Chapter Eleven- Arrangements to see the Specialist.
The week went by on Tracy Island, without much event. Gordon played a successful prank on Alan, Virgil sat and played the piano and john spent his evenings gazing at the stars. Scott was either found in the lounge, spending time with his siblings or in his room, just thinking. On Sunday, Dr. Conway called and asked Scott to come and see him. They agreed to meet on Monday.
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On Monday, John, Virgil and Scott flew back to LA to see Dr. Conway. Dr. Conway called all of them into the room and shut the door.
"John, Virgil, nice to see you again. Scott, have a seat."
Scott sat down on one of the three chairs in the room. Virgil and John sat on either side of him.
"You are probably wondering why I called you in today."
"Yeah." Scott responded, afraid that his test results from the hospital showed that there was another problem. His fear had somehow etched itself onto Scott's face and the doctor felt that he had to reassure him.
"Don't worry, Scott, the tests have come back with the expected results."
Scott heaved a sigh of relief.
"I called you hear today, because I need to refer you to a specialist for the operation. There are many specialists around, but only some will operate on your stage. I have made a list of all the doctors that are willing to operate on your stage." Dr. Conway grabbed his computer mouse, opened up a document and selected print. He waited a few minutes for the document to print and then grabbed it from the resting tray.
"I would strongly recommend Dr. Handley. He has had plenty of experience in dealing with the cancer and has performed many operations. However, he is not located in Los Angeles. Due to unfortunate circumstances, he had to relocate to Sydney, Australia. However, if going to Sydney for treatment is a problem, there are two specialists in LA. They are also experienced in treating pancreatic cancer, but they are not as experienced as Dr. Handley." The doctor paused, to gather his breath.
Scott glanced sideways at John. Almost as if John read Scott's mind, he nodded in agreement. Scott looked at Virgil. Virgil mimicked John. Scott then spoke.
"Doctor, we'll go with the one you recommended. We will go with Dr. Handley."
Surprised at his patient's quick decision, Dr Conway cleared his throat to mask his surprise.
"Do you need any time to think about it?"
Scott shook his head. When he made a decision, he stuck to it.
"Right, I will make an appointment with him and fax him your letter of referral." Saying that, Dr. Conway picked up the phone and dialled a number to make the appointment.
A few minutes later, Dr. Conway had made the appointment.
"The appointment is on Thursday at 10 o' clock. The address of the Clinic is 787 Pittwater Road, Manly, Sydney."
The trio took this as their que to leave the Doctor's office. As Scott turned to leave, the doctor spoke out.
"Scott, I still want to have two weekly check- ups as well. Make sure that you make an appointment with me before you leave."
Scott nodded in agreement, and turned to leave.
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They returned to the hotel room and rang Jeff. They told him that they would stay LA for the night, and they would catch a commercial flight to Sydney on Tuesday. It would take too long to service the Swift as it was damaged in the flight to Los Angeles. After the phone call to Jeff, Virgil opened his laptop and booked three tickets on AC 559 and AC33. Virgil was annoyed at the fact that they would have to change planes in Vancouver. John and Scott were doing some quick packing, so that they were ready to leave to get to the airport. Once they did that, they decided that they would have to visit the Australian embassy for visas. After they had made plans for the next day, each one of them went to sleep.
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They received Australian tourist visas without a problem and they then checked out of the hotel they were staying in, and left to go to the airport for their flight.
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The flight to Vancouver took off and landed late, but thankfully, Scott, John and Virgil could still connect to their flight to Sydney.
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They landed in Sydney on Thursday at 5.55 AM (AEST), cleared Customs and immigration and left the terminal. They caught the train to Pymble, and then caught a bus to the beach. When they arrived, they checked into a bed and breakfast opposite the beach, and went to catch up on some sleep as they were a little bit jet lagged. By that time, it was 8.30 in the morning.
The alarm clock rang at 9.20, leaving them enough time to get ready and leave for the appointment. Ten minutes later, the trio were walking up Pittwater Street, looking for 787. They saw 787 was a four floor high building, so they entered the building and had a look at the directory. John saw that Dr. Handley's clinic was on the second floor. He dragged the other two to the lift, stepped inside and pushed button number two.
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The lift ride was short. As soon as the lift doors opened, Scott was certain that they were on the wrong floor. They were in a dark dingy room, with no windows and a few broken chairs. There was only one door, apart from the lift door. Virgil was the first one to voice his concerns.
"Scott, let's go. I bet even cockroaches avoid this dump."
John could sense Scott tense up. Trying to reassure him, John placed his arm around Scott's shoulder. The trio were so engrossed in their surroundings, they didn't notice a shadow slink towards the doorway.
"Mr. Scott Tracy, please." The mysterious voice called out.
John gave Scott a gentle tug and whispered
"Come on, Scott. It will be fine."
Not as reassured, Scott and Virgil followed.
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