Chapter 4

Shaun and Addison walked into an empty office. Addison sat at the desk and Shaun sat in the chair.

"Am I in trouble?" Shaun asked.

"We received a complaint," Addison replied.

"About what?" Shaun asked. "I don't think I did anything wrong."

"The patient with chlamydia," Addison said, "how did you inform her of her results?"

"I walked into the room and said 'Your daughter has chlamydia,' to her mother," Shaun replied.

"Did you say it cheerfully and smile?" Addison asked.

"I had a feeling it was chlamydia, and I was right," Shaun replied. "It makes me happy when I'm right."

"You need to not smile or cheer when giving patients their results," Addison said. "It makes you seem like an uncaring person."

"But I'm not an uncaring person," Shaun said. "I do care."

"I want you to work on your behavior around patients," Addison said. "Serious tones, and do not smile or cheer."

"Okay," Shaun said. "Okay."

"Okay," Addison said. "Pretend I'm a patient and give me my results."

"Okay," Shaun said without smiling or cheering. "Hello, Addison. I have your results. You have ringworm."

"Oh no," Addison said. "Is it deadly?"

"No," Shaun replied. "With the right self care and antifungal medication, you will be better in no time."

"Thank you, Dr. Murphy," Addison said holding out her hand.

Shaun just sat there.

"Shake my hand, Shaun," Addison said.

"Oh," Shaun said before shaking Addison's hand.

Outside, Morgan stood listening.

"So unfair!" Morgan huffed. "He's getting tips and I get nothing!"

Later, Morgan entered a hospital room where a teenage male patient, Dylan, lied down on in the hospital bed playing on his phone. Dylan's parents sat in chairs.

"Hello, Dylan," Morgan said. "I'm Dr. Reznick."

"Wow," Dylan said as he set his phone done on the side table. "You're really cute."

"Thanks," Morgan said. "Now what's going on?"

"I've had a pain in my chest for about a month," Dylan replied.

"Any dizziness, fatigue, or inability to exercise?" Morgan asked.

"Yes," Dylan replied. "All of the above. I've also been having a shortness of breath when I run."

"Tell me," Morgan said. "Does hypertrophic cardiomyopathy run in your family?"

"My mother died from it when I was 13," Dylan's mother replied.

"I'm going to have you tested for it," Morgan said.

"You don't think I have it, do you?" Dylan asked nervously.

"HCM is genetic," Morgan replied. "There is a possibility that you have it."

"But we tested him when he was 5," Dylan's dad said. "It came back negative."

"You should have been testing him every year!" Morgan shouted. "Now I'm going to go talk to my boss about getting the tests done!"

Morgan walked down the hallway and over to where Addison was standing.

"Dr. Montgomery," Morgan said. "We need to order a test for hypertrophic cardiomyopathy."

"Okay," Addison said. "Go ahead."

"Why don't you like me?" Morgan asked.

"It's not that I don't like you," Addison replied. "I just don't think you want to be a doctor for the right reasons. Being a doctor isn't about being the best, it's about helping the patients."

"So you don't think I care about the patients?" Morgan asked. "That is a mistake and you have no right to judge me! You don't even know me! I used to idolize you, but now I know the real you!"