Jesse carries a tablet as he makes his way down the hall to Leanne's office. The door is closed, and he wraps twice.
"Come in," she calls from the other side.
He finds her sitting at her desk that is saturated with piles of binders. Her smirks.
"I see Campbell is still delegating the ER quarterly reports to you."
She stops reading, and meets his glance. He sits on the edge of the seat across from her. He has a few beads of sweat on his brow.
"What's wrong?"
He waves the tablet in her direction, "I have been elected by security to come have a conversation with you."
"Is this because they had to issue me a new ID last week when I dropped mine into the gap between the elevator doors?"
He shakes his head, and hands her a tablet. "No." He pulls up a security feed still, and shows it to her, "Do you know this person?"
Leanne puts on her glasses, and looks at the grainy image of a tall lanky late-teen/early adult male who is casually dressed, and wearing a baseball cap. She shrugs.
"Is he a patient?"
"No."
"Why are you asking?"
"Because he has been asking for you. Our hospital policy prohibits anyone from sharing staff information. He's been here three times so far looking for you."
"I don't recognize him."
"This means that you've earned yourself enhanced security."
She furrows her brow, "How am I supposed to work with security following me around?"
"They agreed to discreetly increase their presence."
"So they will be stalking me until further notice?" She grimaces.
"That is what I am informing you."
"It is probably just some kid looking to give me a thank you note for saving their grandma from certain death, or something."
He nods, "I don't disagree, but you know that after the five year hospital sentential event report was published the administration suddenly believes that they should at least make it look as if they are concerned about our safety."
She rolls her eyes, "If they were concerned about our safety they would get us new dosimeters, wouldn't they?"
Jesse smirks, "You have asked every quarter for five years. They are not going to give us new ones. They are barely willing to cough up the money for the radiology, and oncology departments."
"Does this mean that security is going to start escorting me to my car?"
He winks, "To and from every single day."
"Like a child? Wouldn't be easier just to ask this guy what he wants from me?"
"He's probably just here to serve you," Jesse answers.
"I would rather be wounded than have to deal with another process server."
"Just so you know the enhanced security starts immediately, and the security team requests that you strictly adhere to your schedule."
She glances at the face of her watch, "So they want me to leave now?"
He nods in confirmation, "That is correct."
"Fine. Will you talk to Dr. Campbell and get him to make this go away since I am a child who is unable to defend herself, and has to be walked to my car?"
"I will locate him for you, Daddy."
When Leanne arrives home she locks the door, and tosses her handbag on the table in the hall. She looks up, and finds Ariel standing on the bottom step.
"Is everything okay down here? I heard a lot of grumbling, and huffing, and puffing."
Leanne is still clad in her navy scrubs, and grey Angels zip up vest.
"There is someone random stranger coming into the hospital, and asking for me. I was unpleasantly surprised by a security escort to my car."
"Do they think it is some deranged serial killer, or something?"
Leanne shrugs, "To be fair there have been plenty of incidents of violence against staff."
"You don't seem convinced."
"Family members of the people that we treat come in all the time with cards, or flowers, or treats for the staff. It's a shame that no one is beyond suspicion."
"Does this mean I get a security escort too?"
She nods, "I had a lengthy conversation with Paul when he walked me to my car. Indeed you too get enhanced security, because they feel you are an extension of me."
"Have you ever considered going to be a concierge doctor, or something that is less likely to get you killed violently in the course of your job?"
"So that I can prescribe medication for constipation, and spend my time on call to drive in traffic to go give someone's kid stitches? I'll pass."
"What did you do for excitement before you went to medical school?" Ariel queries.
Leanne furrows her brow, "What do you mean?"
"How did you get enough adrenaline to satisfy your cravings?"
Leanne smirks, "Competitive sports, and the debate team."
"What about as a small child?"
"I spent a lot of time doing things that caused my mother anxiety."
The following afternoon Ariel is sorting through magazines at the registration desk when someone walks up to the desk asking for Leanne. Security intervenes, and asks the gentleman to leave. Ariel steps between them, and waves a scrap of paper.
"Wait. This is ridiculous. Jim are we really going to keep escorting this guy off the property, and not ask what he wants?"
The middle aged security guard grumbles, "Ariel, mind your own business."
Ariel rolls her eyes, and approaches the tall young man standing in front of her. "What's your name?"
"Kaden," he answers.
"Kaden why are you looking for Dr. Rorish?" She questions.
"It's personal."
"I can respect that. Why don't you write down your name, and contact information, and why you're trying to contact her?" She reaches behind the desk, and grabs an envelope, "We can seal it up in the envelope, and we will make sure that she gets it. Security is already following her around, so if it is a threat of some kind I'm sure that she can share it with them."
"It's not a threat. I'm not trying to hurt anyone."
"Kaden how old are you?" Ariel questions as she hands him a pen, and piece of paper.
"Twenty one," he responds as he seals the scrap of paper into a manila envelope.
"I will personally make sure that this gets delivered to an appropriate party."
"Thank you," he willingly leaves the waiting room.