Chris had just shed the protective suit when her pager begin to
signal her. She looked down, sighing with relief when she saw that the
number was Otto's.
"Excuse me. Just need to borrow this for a minute." She said as she hurried to the nurse's station, nudging one of the nurses out of the way and she reached out and grabbed the phone. Please, please let those doctors in Africa have some good news for, have a way to treat this,
whtever it was.
"Otto, did they call back?" she asked as he picked up the phone.
"Okay." She waited for what felt like forever as Otto transfered the call,
hoping that he wouldn't accidentally hit a wrong button and disconnect them. "Hello, Dr. Mobanga? This is Chris Draper from Kingdom Hospital in Maine. I'm really sorry to disturb you at this hour but we have a little situation here. A doctor from our hospital, a Dr. Thompson...."
Chris winced visiably as she heard the doctor's reaction upon hearing Thompson's name. Just great. Bad enough that Thompson had drove them nearly all nuts when he was here. Now he had to go and try driving them nuts in Africa too. She just hoped that that wouldn't interfere with their willingness to help find a solution to this problem.
"Yes, I understand. Dr. Thompson was a bit of a problem for us here at the Kingdom as well." A problem. Now that was an understatement.
Dr. James had had to send him to Africa to keep Nurse Nancy over in proctology from killing him. "Uhuh. Yes, well I'm very sorry to hear that." Chris felt herself drifting into a kind of trance as she listened to the doctor rant and rave against Thompson, they ocassional "I'm sorry"
about the only words that she could get into the conversation.
Finally, the sight of a very worried looking Louis stepping off of the elevator snapped her out of her rant induced daze. "Excuse me! Dr.
Mobanga? I really hate to interrupt your detailed list of Dr. Thompson's failings. I didn't know that there were quite so many of them to be honest." Chris said with a frown. "We have a little situation here that I'm despirately needing some help with. It seems that Dr. Thompson took ill shortly after arriving back in Maine and...." Oh, great. He was ranting again. "No! I'm not asking for help for him! He's dead! Yes, I promise that he's dead! No, we didn't drive a stake through his heart but...." She nodded for a moment waving to Louis to come over and join her as she listened. "I will let the doctor doing the autopsy know to do that though. Thank you for suggesting it. I really didn't call to find out how to keep Dr. Thompson from crawling out of his grave either though.
Although I am glad to know that. The problem is that another of our doctors is ill with whatever killed Dr. Thompson and we've got two other doctors that might have been exposed."
"Symptoms." Chris nodded, glad that the mention of people other than Thompson were ill had snapped the doctor out of his rantings about the problems that the other doctor had caused. "The major one is the fever.
It's spiking at around an 103 and nothing we're doing seems to be bringing it down. She had a cardiac arrest that we were able to bring her out of.
There hasn't been any sort of response ever since that and she still isn't breathing on her own. Very rapid heartbeat, low blood pressure, her white cell count is through the roof."
"Chris listened silently for several minutes before speaking.
"Okay. Well, I'll be waiting for your call. Just please, please hurry."
"Well, does he know what it is?" Louis demanded as Chris hung up the phone.
"Maybe." She slowly shook her head. Okay, what she had heard sounded a bit odd but they worked in a haunted hospital after all. What could be stranger than that? "He does know what Thompson was doing right before he left to return here." As she talked, she and Louis slowly walked down the hall, heading back towards the isolation room once more. If there wasn't anything they could do at the moment to actually make things better,
then they were going to at least be there to offer whatever comfort they could. "Apparently Thompson got hooked up with this tiny little tribe that passes through the area occassionally. Dr. Mobanga says they're very reclusive and have a strict sense of honor. Anyway, Thompson got caught with the chief's daughter and needless to say, daddy was not pleased."
"I wouldn't be either. Thompson's an idiot." Louis said with a shake of his head and a slight chuckle. "I definately wouldn't want stupidity like that in my family."
"Neither did the chief, apparently because he did something to Thompson. Dr. Mobanga thinks that whatever he did might have been what killed Thompson and almost killed Lona. He's going to try to catch up with the tribe and try to talk to the chief, see if he can get him to tell him what he did."
"What do we do until then?" Louis asked. The idea that someone could actually do something that would cause an illness like this seemed a little far out there to him but in a way, it gave him hope as well. If this tribal chief could cause this, then maybe he would also know how to cure it.
"We pray?" Chris said softly as she looked up at Louis, trying to hide her growing fears.
"Excuse me. Just need to borrow this for a minute." She said as she hurried to the nurse's station, nudging one of the nurses out of the way and she reached out and grabbed the phone. Please, please let those doctors in Africa have some good news for, have a way to treat this,
whtever it was.
"Otto, did they call back?" she asked as he picked up the phone.
"Okay." She waited for what felt like forever as Otto transfered the call,
hoping that he wouldn't accidentally hit a wrong button and disconnect them. "Hello, Dr. Mobanga? This is Chris Draper from Kingdom Hospital in Maine. I'm really sorry to disturb you at this hour but we have a little situation here. A doctor from our hospital, a Dr. Thompson...."
Chris winced visiably as she heard the doctor's reaction upon hearing Thompson's name. Just great. Bad enough that Thompson had drove them nearly all nuts when he was here. Now he had to go and try driving them nuts in Africa too. She just hoped that that wouldn't interfere with their willingness to help find a solution to this problem.
"Yes, I understand. Dr. Thompson was a bit of a problem for us here at the Kingdom as well." A problem. Now that was an understatement.
Dr. James had had to send him to Africa to keep Nurse Nancy over in proctology from killing him. "Uhuh. Yes, well I'm very sorry to hear that." Chris felt herself drifting into a kind of trance as she listened to the doctor rant and rave against Thompson, they ocassional "I'm sorry"
about the only words that she could get into the conversation.
Finally, the sight of a very worried looking Louis stepping off of the elevator snapped her out of her rant induced daze. "Excuse me! Dr.
Mobanga? I really hate to interrupt your detailed list of Dr. Thompson's failings. I didn't know that there were quite so many of them to be honest." Chris said with a frown. "We have a little situation here that I'm despirately needing some help with. It seems that Dr. Thompson took ill shortly after arriving back in Maine and...." Oh, great. He was ranting again. "No! I'm not asking for help for him! He's dead! Yes, I promise that he's dead! No, we didn't drive a stake through his heart but...." She nodded for a moment waving to Louis to come over and join her as she listened. "I will let the doctor doing the autopsy know to do that though. Thank you for suggesting it. I really didn't call to find out how to keep Dr. Thompson from crawling out of his grave either though.
Although I am glad to know that. The problem is that another of our doctors is ill with whatever killed Dr. Thompson and we've got two other doctors that might have been exposed."
"Symptoms." Chris nodded, glad that the mention of people other than Thompson were ill had snapped the doctor out of his rantings about the problems that the other doctor had caused. "The major one is the fever.
It's spiking at around an 103 and nothing we're doing seems to be bringing it down. She had a cardiac arrest that we were able to bring her out of.
There hasn't been any sort of response ever since that and she still isn't breathing on her own. Very rapid heartbeat, low blood pressure, her white cell count is through the roof."
"Chris listened silently for several minutes before speaking.
"Okay. Well, I'll be waiting for your call. Just please, please hurry."
"Well, does he know what it is?" Louis demanded as Chris hung up the phone.
"Maybe." She slowly shook her head. Okay, what she had heard sounded a bit odd but they worked in a haunted hospital after all. What could be stranger than that? "He does know what Thompson was doing right before he left to return here." As she talked, she and Louis slowly walked down the hall, heading back towards the isolation room once more. If there wasn't anything they could do at the moment to actually make things better,
then they were going to at least be there to offer whatever comfort they could. "Apparently Thompson got hooked up with this tiny little tribe that passes through the area occassionally. Dr. Mobanga says they're very reclusive and have a strict sense of honor. Anyway, Thompson got caught with the chief's daughter and needless to say, daddy was not pleased."
"I wouldn't be either. Thompson's an idiot." Louis said with a shake of his head and a slight chuckle. "I definately wouldn't want stupidity like that in my family."
"Neither did the chief, apparently because he did something to Thompson. Dr. Mobanga thinks that whatever he did might have been what killed Thompson and almost killed Lona. He's going to try to catch up with the tribe and try to talk to the chief, see if he can get him to tell him what he did."
"What do we do until then?" Louis asked. The idea that someone could actually do something that would cause an illness like this seemed a little far out there to him but in a way, it gave him hope as well. If this tribal chief could cause this, then maybe he would also know how to cure it.
"We pray?" Chris said softly as she looked up at Louis, trying to hide her growing fears.