Kelso

What a day!

What a day and it isn't even noon yet. Who knows what other surprises today will bring, as the emergency meeting which I called is about to begin.

The boardroom used to be located on the first floor. About four years ago we moved it up to the fifth floor in a newly refurbished room. It was a charming room. It was covered in taupe wallpaper with a cherry-wood boarder around it. Hanging along the walls were various framed photos and awards. In the center of the room sat a large wooden table, and surrounding the table was sixteen or so chairs, most of which were occupied.

I took my place at the head of the table and observed the scene before me. To my right sat the chairman of the board, an elderly gent with a pocket full of gold. On my right sat Ted popping pills and sweating profusely, and at the far end of the table deep, in her own thoughts, sat Miss Sullivan.

Ah, Jordan Sullivan. Her father donated a lot of money to the hospital; she's a pretty looking lady, but in my mind she is nothing more than a manipulative witch. On occasion we teamed up together to make Perry miserable, but by in large she has stood by him and prevented him from getting fired. My only solace is that she makes him more miserable than I can.

But as much I like seeing Perry miserable, even this was too much.

I can't even count the number of times the board got together to discuss Perry Cox. He's a young maverick who does whatever the heck he wants and it drives me crazy. He'll break every rule and ignore every protocol just because he feels like it.

If he wasn't such talented doctor I would have been able to toss him to another hospital years ago. But he is a good doctor, many will go as far to say that he is a great doctor, and even I will reluctantly admit that he is the best doctor on the staff.

Our relationship has always been a dysfunctional one. Perry began here as an intern while I was Residency Director. Even then he was an arrogant idiot. Interns are usually insecure little baby docs, and he came in giving off the impression that he is g-d's gift to man kind.

I took an instant liking to him.

He looked like the type of person I could use. He was confident, self-assured, poised, and most of all talented.

But I soon realized that he wasn't going to be that man.

Over the last twenty years we have butted head countless times. Being his superior I've managed to make his life miserable, through little acts. Giving him the worst shifts, calling him in on his days off, forcing him to work weekends and holidays, giving him the most annoying and difficult patients, little things to give me an edge over the battle I've had with him for years. He in turn has broken every hospital rule, wrecked equipment, ridiculed me in public, and shown me disrespect.

And while I dislike the man, I also admire him. He's a straight shooter and an honest worker, and that is why I feel sorry for him. Some people can shrug off bad things; Perry won't be able to shrug this off. Now he's unconscious, but when he finds out that someone beat him up as revenge for what they think is an act of murder on his part… well I just wonder if he'll be able to handle it.