Disclaimer: I don't own the characters (but I do in my head), don't sue me, I gots no money :(
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Dave, in his blue scrubs, walked down the hall to exam 4. It had been a long day and he was ready to go home. Everything around him seemed to deteriorate. Including his family, friends, and co-workers. Everyone thinks he's a screw-up only because he made one mistake. But no one at County knows what the mistake is.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Dave, what seems to be the problem here?" He said with as cheery a voice you can have after a nine hour shift.
"Well, My son, Ben, got into a fight at school. He has some bruising and I think he needs stitches." The mother said shakily.
"We'll see what we can do to fix you up."
Dave examined the young boy's hand that had the laceration.
"When did he get this?" Dr. Dave questioned.
"About an hour or so ago."
"I have to get the suture kit, I'll be right back."
Dave, with his suspicions rising decided he needed a second opinion before anything drastic.
"Hey Carter, got a minute?"
"Sure, Dave, what's up?"
"I got a 10 year old kid in there with a laceration."
"Good for you!"
"Well, the mother said he got the wound about an hour ago but the thing is around it there's yellowing around the bruises (which is signs of healing if you don't know)."
"Are you suspecting child abuse?"
"Wouldn't you?"
"Let me have a look."
Dave leads Carter into the exam room. The boy was obviously frightened. As soon as the mother caught sight of both of them, she took a tight hold of her son. Dave nudged Carter to add to his accusation. Both of the doctors exchanged glances.
"So, Ben, what happened?" Carter asked.
"He got into a fight at school." The mother said practically interrupting Carter.
"Actually, I was asking Ben."
"I...I...got into a fight at school." Ben sounded as to be on the brink of crying.
"Mrs. Peterson, could you please wait in chairs?"
"Why?"
"Hospital procedure."
"Fine, Ben, you be a good boy." Her words stung through the air.
Mrs. Peterson quickly walked out of the room. Dave motioned to Carter that he had to talk to him outside.
"So, what do you think?" Dave whispered.
"I'm thinking it's abuse, it has all of the signs."
"Lydia? Could you please call family services?"
"Sure. Dave."
It's my first fic so please r/r and be nice :)! I know it's short but the next chaptah will be longer, I promise...
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Dave, in his blue scrubs, walked down the hall to exam 4. It had been a long day and he was ready to go home. Everything around him seemed to deteriorate. Including his family, friends, and co-workers. Everyone thinks he's a screw-up only because he made one mistake. But no one at County knows what the mistake is.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Dave, what seems to be the problem here?" He said with as cheery a voice you can have after a nine hour shift.
"Well, My son, Ben, got into a fight at school. He has some bruising and I think he needs stitches." The mother said shakily.
"We'll see what we can do to fix you up."
Dave examined the young boy's hand that had the laceration.
"When did he get this?" Dr. Dave questioned.
"About an hour or so ago."
"I have to get the suture kit, I'll be right back."
Dave, with his suspicions rising decided he needed a second opinion before anything drastic.
"Hey Carter, got a minute?"
"Sure, Dave, what's up?"
"I got a 10 year old kid in there with a laceration."
"Good for you!"
"Well, the mother said he got the wound about an hour ago but the thing is around it there's yellowing around the bruises (which is signs of healing if you don't know)."
"Are you suspecting child abuse?"
"Wouldn't you?"
"Let me have a look."
Dave leads Carter into the exam room. The boy was obviously frightened. As soon as the mother caught sight of both of them, she took a tight hold of her son. Dave nudged Carter to add to his accusation. Both of the doctors exchanged glances.
"So, Ben, what happened?" Carter asked.
"He got into a fight at school." The mother said practically interrupting Carter.
"Actually, I was asking Ben."
"I...I...got into a fight at school." Ben sounded as to be on the brink of crying.
"Mrs. Peterson, could you please wait in chairs?"
"Why?"
"Hospital procedure."
"Fine, Ben, you be a good boy." Her words stung through the air.
Mrs. Peterson quickly walked out of the room. Dave motioned to Carter that he had to talk to him outside.
"So, what do you think?" Dave whispered.
"I'm thinking it's abuse, it has all of the signs."
"Lydia? Could you please call family services?"
"Sure. Dave."
It's my first fic so please r/r and be nice :)! I know it's short but the next chaptah will be longer, I promise...