Chapter Four
"Good morning everyone, hope you had a good nights rest. Today I'm sure like any other day will be hell for each and every one of you. Lets try and discharge people as fast as you can, but do it only when you need too. I don't want people coming back in for a second time today because they left too early. Lynn when did you start working here?"
"Dr. Weaver you are too funny. But I am looking for a job in this type of surrounding if you have an opening." Weaver has always joked around with me about working here. She never minds though when I help out, which I like.
"Lynn you may be in luck. I may have a position opening up for you. I'll let you know within a week or so if the job is yours. Off the record though, congratulations it's yours. No one really likes doing all the paper work, filing all of it in the right category, you know the drill."
"Well then I guess I'm your girl then." My smile slowly starts to fade away as I watch Dr. Barnett walk through the doors. The whole night when I was doing paper work I never once thought about what was going to happen when he got back here. I guess I'll have front row seating for the main event.
"Lynn why don't you go back to your bed while I take care of him."
"I know you mean well and all, but I would rather stay here and see what he has to say; and if I've heard enough I'll leave."
"Okay, but I don't want to hear any out bursts from you."
I make the 'closing lips with a key' gesture to show her that I'll be quite. I just really want to know why he forgot about me. If he really wants to be a doctor he would make sure all of his patients are taken care of before he leaves for the night. If he has a gig right after work then he should make them later or come into work earlier. Being a doctor should come first. In my book anyway.
"Dr. Barnett can I see you for a minute."
"Sure, what can I do for you Dr. Weaver? Hey what are you still doing here?"
Dr. Barnett points to me like I just did something wrong. He makes me feel like a little kid who just did something wrong. Plus I find it odd that he goes 'you' like he doesn't even know my name. I understand that in a busy hospital you can't remember all of your patient's names, but you can at least make an effort.
"Her name is Lynn for one. Two you left her here without following up on her CAT scan that she never got. She was here waiting for the scan for over eight hours, Ray! Now can you please explain to me why you left your shift without getting this young lady upstairs for a scan that you said she got."
"I… I… I thought that Sam would have followed up with Lynn since I told her about it right before I left for my gig."
"Gig? You left because you had a gig right away after work. Doctors in this ER make sure their patients are all set before they leave. I don't care if you have to stay an extra five minutes in this ER. I care that you take care of the people who come in here wanting help our help, your help."
"I'm sorry, I thought that Sam would have taken care of it."
"You shouldn't assume that someone else is going to take care of your patients when they have patients of their own! You're not the only one that has a life outside this hospital. You call yourself a doctor, then start acting like one!"
With that Weaver left. I couldn't help but notice Dr. Barnett during the whole ordeal. He sincerely looked sorry, almost. I didn't want to just stand around looking like an idiot. So I just slowly walked back to my bed, got under the covers and waited for someone to take me upstairs.
Not even ten minutes later, Sam comes walking up to my bed with a smile on her face. She always has a smile on her face. Anyone can tell that Sam loves her job working here.
"Hey Lynn sorry to keep you waiting. They are all ready for you upstairs. So if you're ready lets roll."
"Sam do you think they will find something?" That has always been my fear that they will find something that isn't supposed to be there.
"Lynn I'm sure there is nothing there. We just need to make sure okay. Don't worry sweetie everything is going to be just fine."
Her claiming voice almost makes me feel better, but there is still this nagging feeling that washes over me that they are going to find something that I don't want to know about. Or relive for that matter.
