Heather walked out of Peter's office, surprising Sophie, she thought
that Heather would be in there much longer than that, talking to Peter.
Heather picked up on this, and said, "Peter wants me to go ahead and have the physical while he looks over my files, and afterwards I'm suppose to go back and talk to him."
"Oh, okay. Dr. Burke is waiting for you in exam room B. This way."
Once in the exam room, the doctor came in.
"Okay, Ms." he paused, and looked down at her file, "Walls, why don't you go behind that curtain and put on a robe and come back out so we can get started."
"Uh," Heather stuttered, "I'd rather not. I'm really self-conscious. I'd really like it if you'd let me take the physical in my clothes."
"I'm sorry, Ms. Walls, but I can't do your physical unless you're in a gown."
"But, but." Heather began, with real fear in her eyes. She always somehow got around the physical part of intakes. Now, it looked like she wasn't going to be able to.
"Heather, just go change. I promise, you have no reason to be so self- conscious in front of the doctor and I." Sophie said, trying to get Heather to be more comfortable. To her surprise, however, Heather met her comment with sudden, unbelievable anger.
"No! Fuck that! I'm not doing it! You can take your fucking physical and shove it up your ass!" And with that, and surprising speed, Heather ran out of the room and towards the woods.
"Heather! Heather, come back here! Heather!" Sophie yelled, to the girl's quickly retreating back, as she tried to catch her. Seeing that it was useless, however, she ran to Peter's office.
Peter was sitting behind the huge stack of paper that Heather had handed him, trying to learn a little more about his mysterious newbie, when Sophie came running in.
"Sophie! What's the."
"It's Heather! She freaked out at her physical when we asked her to change into a gown. She started cussing and then ran out of the room. I tried to catch her, but man, she runs faster than anyone I know, maybe even faster than you Peter, and she has about a 5 minute head start."
"Damn it!" Peter cursed, obviously upset, because he never cussed. He should have been more careful; she was obviously a flight risk. "Which way did she go?"
"The woods."
"Okay," Peter said, "turn your walkie-talkie to channel three, and wait for my signal, if I call, that means I haven't been able to find her, and you need to form search parties and call the local authorities." Peter paused, and lowered his voice, sounding defeated, "I can't believe it. She's a mix between Daisy, Shelby, and Scott. What a combination."
Having waited enough, Peter grabbed his walkie-talkie and ran out the door, leaving behind a very concerned Sophie.
Heather picked up on this, and said, "Peter wants me to go ahead and have the physical while he looks over my files, and afterwards I'm suppose to go back and talk to him."
"Oh, okay. Dr. Burke is waiting for you in exam room B. This way."
Once in the exam room, the doctor came in.
"Okay, Ms." he paused, and looked down at her file, "Walls, why don't you go behind that curtain and put on a robe and come back out so we can get started."
"Uh," Heather stuttered, "I'd rather not. I'm really self-conscious. I'd really like it if you'd let me take the physical in my clothes."
"I'm sorry, Ms. Walls, but I can't do your physical unless you're in a gown."
"But, but." Heather began, with real fear in her eyes. She always somehow got around the physical part of intakes. Now, it looked like she wasn't going to be able to.
"Heather, just go change. I promise, you have no reason to be so self- conscious in front of the doctor and I." Sophie said, trying to get Heather to be more comfortable. To her surprise, however, Heather met her comment with sudden, unbelievable anger.
"No! Fuck that! I'm not doing it! You can take your fucking physical and shove it up your ass!" And with that, and surprising speed, Heather ran out of the room and towards the woods.
"Heather! Heather, come back here! Heather!" Sophie yelled, to the girl's quickly retreating back, as she tried to catch her. Seeing that it was useless, however, she ran to Peter's office.
Peter was sitting behind the huge stack of paper that Heather had handed him, trying to learn a little more about his mysterious newbie, when Sophie came running in.
"Sophie! What's the."
"It's Heather! She freaked out at her physical when we asked her to change into a gown. She started cussing and then ran out of the room. I tried to catch her, but man, she runs faster than anyone I know, maybe even faster than you Peter, and she has about a 5 minute head start."
"Damn it!" Peter cursed, obviously upset, because he never cussed. He should have been more careful; she was obviously a flight risk. "Which way did she go?"
"The woods."
"Okay," Peter said, "turn your walkie-talkie to channel three, and wait for my signal, if I call, that means I haven't been able to find her, and you need to form search parties and call the local authorities." Peter paused, and lowered his voice, sounding defeated, "I can't believe it. She's a mix between Daisy, Shelby, and Scott. What a combination."
Having waited enough, Peter grabbed his walkie-talkie and ran out the door, leaving behind a very concerned Sophie.
