Chapter 3

Becca's First Day

County General Hospital; Late Morning

Becca and Claire walked with Abby into the doctor's lounge. They found Neela sitting at the table reading the newspaper and drinking a cup of coffee. She let out a short yawn and then got up and noticed Abby.

"Since you guys are new and we don't have that many lockers left, you can share," Abby said.

"Sure," Becca said.

"You don't mind, do you," Abby said.

"No, we share everything else," Becca added.

"Well, then it shouldn't really be a problem, will it," Abby said, "Guys, this is Dr. Rosgatra,"

"Hello," Neela stuck her hand out to shake. Claire took it and quickly removed it.

"You will be working with Claire, Neela," Abby said.

"That sounds good," Neela said.

The group walks out of the doctor's lounge and into the admit desk. Jerry hands a sheet to Abby and they walk into to a trauma room. They meet up with Chuny, the nurse in the room.

"You get to experience you first accident. What do we have, Chuny?" Abby asked.

"7 year old with a small head lac," Chuny told Abby.

"Hi," Abby said to the young child that sat on the bed, "I'm Dr. Lockhart and I'll be helping you today. Can you tell me how this happened?"

The child didn't speak. The mother came walking into the room from the bathroom.

"Hi," the mother said.

"I'm Dr. Lockhart," Abby introduced her self to the mother, "Can you tell me how this happened?"

"He got into a fight with his brother," the mother said matter of factly.

"Does this happen often?" Becca asked from the background.

"Not usually," the mother said.

"Can you tell me why you think it happened?" Abby asked.

"The children always get a little bored before I leave for work and my boyfriend comes home. I guess they were fighting over a toy or something," the mother explained.

"We're you not watching them," Becca asked.

"Not thoroughly," the mother said, "but I always have my eye on them, I guess I just went for something in the kitchen and then I heard him scream,"

"Where's his brother?" Becca asked.

"At a friend's house," the mother said.

"Well, lets get this cleaned up and stitched and you'll be out of here," Abby said, "This is Dr. Calloway, she'll be the one putting in the stitches and you'll come back in a week to get them out,"

"Will he have a scar?" The mother asked.

"Just a small one," Becca said.

"Is this your first time doing this," the mother asked.

"At this hospital, yes, but I have done it thousands of times before," Becca assured the mother.

"You got this, right," Abby said to Becca.

"Yeah," Becca said.

"Good, meet me at the admit desk to get their discharge orders when your finished," Abby told her student.

Abby walked out of the suture room and up to the admit desk to find Luka standing their with his two students. The students had looked like they had just seen a ghost. Their hair was messed up and they still had their gloves on.

"Been torturing your students, Luka," Abby said as she walked up to him.

"Nothing any different," Luka responded.

"Well, I have a question to ask you," Abby said.

"Shoot," Luka said.

"What do you say to a mother who wasn't watching her children play and her seven year old son ends up in here with a small head lac," Abby said.

"How do you know that she wasn't paying attention to her children," Luka said.

"She told me," Abby said.

"Well, I call social services and that should help them," Luka responded.

"Thanks," Abby said.

"Anytime," Luka said. Luka walked over to the phone and called social services. Becca remained in the suture room with the small boy and the mother. The mother looked curiously at Becca. Becca had looked familiar to the woman since she started working on her son.

"You look familiar," the mother said.

"Why do say that?" Becca said.

"What did you say your last name was?" she asked intently.

"Calloway," Becca replied.

"You're the president's daughter aren't you," she asked.

"Yeah, why," Becca replied, "Is there something wrong with my mother?"

"No," the mother said, "Can we have the other doctor finish up?"

"Not when I'm in the middle of stitching your son's head up," Becca replied, "It'll leave a bigger scar then intended,"

"I'm not comfortable with you working on my son," the woman said.

"Why? Because Mackenzie Allen's my mother," Becca replied, "I'm nothing like her,"

"I'd just like to have the other doctor work on him," she said.

"Well, okay then, I'll get Dr. Lockhart," Becca told her. Abby walked into the room and noticed that Becca had not finished on her patient.

"What's taking so long in here?" Abby asked her.

"She chose not to have me work on her son," Becca said, "Can you finish the stiches, I have to go to the bathroom,"

"Sure," Abby said as she sat down in the chair and began to finish what Becca had started. Abby had seen her share of weird medical students but this had to be the weirdest. Becca walked out of the suture room and into to the bathroom. She meet up with Claire who had had her fair share of mishaps as well.

"Having fun, yet," Claire said to her friend.

"Tons of," Becca responded.