Susan's in exam 3 taking a history of a 33 year old woman who says she might be pregnant.

"Ok ma'am why don't you describe to me again what your symptoms are and I can see if we need to rule out a pregnancy" Susan said. The lady kept insisting she is pregnant because she had sex a month ago and did not use a condom. The outcome is, most women who come in to the emergency room complaining of abdominal pain usually are pregnant. Susan knew that when a woman comes through here with stomach cramps a doctor must get a pregnancy test. If they were not to, and it was obvious, the hospital could be sued for malpractice. Susan defiantly did not need to deal with one of those.

"Exactly what would you call abdominal pain Dr.?" asked the woman. Susan had been a doctor for over 12 years now. Hearing someone ask her that question sounded ridiculous.

"It is usually triggered by low back pain, which is a combination of overuse, muscle strain, or injury to the muscles and ligaments that support the spine. Less commonly, low back pain is caused by illness or spinal deformity. Now if you think you were pregnant, a pregnant woman's ligaments stretch, your abdominal muscles would stretch and weaken, and your back is significantly stressed while carrying and delivering a baby" Susan answered politely. Even though it really didn't bother her to be asked the question... she just couldn't stand it when it was being asked by an ignorant patient.

"Oh ok. Well please hurry up with the test, I have a date tonight and I want to look special" said the woman. Susan just rolled her eyes.

"Ok well I'll be back to check on you in a bit." She smiled and walked out of the exam room.

Susan made her way into the admit area where she spotted Sam. "Hey Sam can you go run a pregnancy test for my patient in 3?"

"Sure." answered Sam. "Oh by the way Dr. Lewis, there is a patient out here that broke his hand and needs it patched up right away."

"How serious is it?"

"Well I would guess by taking a look he beat it up pretty bad, says he punched a door. Looks more like he punched a steel door."

"Ok well I'll take a look. What's his name?"

"You know, that's funny actually I ran his social security through the computer and his name came up as Paul Sobriki."

"So what's that have anything to do with his hand?"

"Well, his I.D. card says his name is Bill Hodge."

"Ok well where is he?"

"Waiting room" Sam responded.

"What's open?" Susan asked.

"Curtain 2, should I go get him or..."

"Nah Sam, thanks I got this one". Susan smiled and made her way into the waiting room.

"Bill, Bill Hodge?" she said as her voice broke out into the waiting room. He was standing over by the vending machine trying to get a pack of gummy worms. He turned around to see the blonde headed doctor looking at him. He stood there pale and had dried up blood on his hand. Susan started to walk over to him.

"Ah, gummy worms huh?" He just stood there without the faintest remark. "Well, ok then if you want to follow me back here I can take a look at that for you.

"Umm" he said as he was trying to get some words out. He was just staring around the waiting room. Thinking about how 6 years ago he was in this very same hospital. Thinking about how he has spent those years after in an asylum because of this place. This cold eerie hospital with the coldest chills. Now here he is again, with a broken hand.

"Are you ok sir?" Susan asked. She gave him a hard look the man couldn't refuse to ignore. So he started to walk up to her slowly. The steps he made each way felt so pale. As he finally reached her he could say all what he wanted to say when he walked in through those double doors.

"Where's Doctor Carter? He asked.

"Dr. Carter is busy with other patients right now, I'm Dr. Lewis; I'll be checking you out." She smiled at him. She could feel his cool presence among the both of them.

"Why don't you follow me-?"

"No! I was told I would be seen by Doctor Carter, I need to see Doctor Carter right now."

"Sir, you'll either be seen by me or you won't be seen by anyone. Now I suggest you follow me over to that bed over there so I can examine you." Susan didn't like to get angry with patients but she knows what she was telling him was the truth. You either treat em' or street em'. Or you treat em' and street em'. She liked being able to give a thorough examination before letting one go.

"Alright.... fine, where?"

"Follow me." Susan led him toward curtain 2 and sat him on the bed. The only thing is, Susan has no idea who this man is and what exactly he did to her dear friend six years ago.