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Paranormal/Supernatural › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
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Story and characters straight from the dredges of my mind..muwaahhaahaa!
Chapter Seven
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
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Chapter 7
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“Wow Rachel, you shoulder looks really good.” Said Dr.Marla Henders an attending physician here at Mt. Sianai. In her late forties, she was an excellent doctor with a fantastic reputation.
She was now gently prodding the site of my wound after having just removed the sutures. Looking down at the affected area, I had to agree with her.
With a puzzled shrug I said, “I know.”
Only yesterday the bite had still been worse for wear, swollen and red surrounded by dark purple and black contusions. Mending yes, but ever so slowly.
However when I rolled out of bed this morning, though tired from a restless sleep, I noticed immediately how good my shoulder felt. On further inspection I discovered it had miraculously improved in appearance as well. Only a small bit of greenish yellow bruising remained with the cuts from the teeth almost completely healed.
Shaking her head in amazement Dr. Henders removed her gloves, then began to make follow up notations in my chart. “If I hadn't seen that bite the other night myself, I wouldn't believe it how bad it was.” Looking up at me with a smile she added, “Well..we won't look a gift horse in the mouth will we?”
Nodding my head in agreement, I waited for her to officially finish up. “Ok Rachel, looks like you have the all clear to get back to work.” Shaking hands before she left, I quickly dressed and left the exam room.
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The lab area of Mt. Sinai hospital was huge. Not only renowned for being a teaching hospital, Sinai had over 300 programs, departments and clinics. I was reminded of this as I wove my way past the many hallways and labs thats made up the laboratory department.
Finally locating the room needed, I walked in and right up to a small glass partition. Seeing a figure sitting at a computer keyboard typing, I lightly tapped on the window to gain their attention.
A bleached blond Tammy Faye Baker look-a -like, wearing a startlingly low cut top, slid open the window and asked, “Can I help you?” For some reason there was an irked edge to her voice. 'Someone's having a bad day'...
Glancing down at her name tag, I answered, “Actually yes...er..Paula, I'm here to do a follow up on some lab results. I'd like to get a copy please.”
Before I could finish my request the slightly annoyed look on woman's face elevated to extremely annoyed. Her brows knit together as she snapped out, “On whose authority ma'am?”
Clenching my jaw, I could feel my own annoyance level spiking. 'What was the woman getting paid for anyway?'..
“That would be on MY authority.” I said coldly, as I held up my hospital ID lanyard for inspection.
Taking her time and making a show of studying the ID, she sighed dramatically and asked. “What was the name on the results you wanted?”
Relieved to finally be getting somewhere, “Rachel Maslova and there should be cross match results for a John Doe with them.” Reaching through the window, I snagged a hot pink sticky note off a pad and jotted my name down before handing it over to her.
Obviously recognizing my name from the hospital ID, she lifted her eyebrow in silent query as she pointedly looked at my lanyard again.
Completely put off by the woman's attitude thus far, I lifted an eyebrow back at her mockingly, refusing to elaborate.
Finally with another sigh, she flounced out of my view to presumably retrieve the results. After waiting for what felt like was long enough to walk from one end of the hospital to the other...at least twice, she came back into the little cubicle.
She passed a thin manila folder through the window to me, then promptly slammed it closed without saying word.
Mentally rolling my eyes at the rude office worker, I walked over to a set of office guest chairs against the adjacent wall. Taking a seat, I opened the folder to examine the results. Inside I found several white sheets of paper with my printed blood test results. Swiftly scanning through them, I could ascertain that they were all within normal range.
Though immediately a note tacked on at the bottom of the last page caught my eye. It read,
“Pertaining to the cross match and additional testing request of John Doe CASE #654AA6E, we were unable to obtain further results do to missing samples.” The paper was signed by an A. Martinez (cls.) Chief Technologist.
Befuddled, I reread the note again. Missing!? How could lab samples just be missing?
'The same way a ICU patient came up missing'... A little voice whispered in the back of my mind.
Frustrated but determined, I strode back over to the window partition. Seeing no Paula or anyone else in sight for that matter, I knocked on the window and waited. When another 20 seconds had passed with no answer, I knocked again much harder...and longer.
Finally, a slightly out of breath Paula came into view. When she recognized that it was me, her cheeks flushed in what I surmised to be anger. 'Well..she's just going to have to deal'... I thought.
Flinging open the partition, she opened her mouth to no doubt give me piece of her mind, but I beat her to the punch. Someone had lost my patient slash attackers blood samples, and I was in no mood to put up with snotty office workers right now.
Holding my index finger up between our faces to cut her off, I said “I need one thing, and one thing only from you right now, and that does not include your attitude.” Her mouth snapped closed in shock, but she remained silent. 'Oh..I'm on a roll now'
“Someone from this lab lost a very important blood sample, and I want answers. Do. You. Understand?” I bit out.
The look on my face must have been pretty intimidating, because eyes as big as saucers, she simply gave a meek nod of acknowledgement.
Satisfied that I now had her attention, “Alright then, where can I find A. Martinez?........Please.”
Still blessedly silent, the cowed office worker only blinked at me before her hand slowly slid toward the phone that was sitting by her computer.
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Twenty minutes later I found myself sitting in front of the desk of Mr. A. Martinez, clinical lab technologist (clt.) and apparently chief technologist of his department. A heavyset Latino man, he appeared to be in his mid to late fifties. According to the framed degrees on his wall, the A stood for Antonio.
“Doctor I wish I could help you, but we have absolutely nothing to go on.” he said as his big hands fiddled with a pen that had been laying on his desk.
Feeling my frustration mount, I rubbed my forehead with the tips of my fingers. An old habit I have when feeling annoyed.
“I just don't quit understand how this could have happened.” I said as I watched Martinez fidget nervously. “There was a chem 7, a tox screen and a white count ordered...that's at least 3 vials of blood!” I exclaimed throwing up my hands.
Taking a deep breath, Martinez exhaled with a defeated sigh. “We have very stringent procedures here in the lab to prevent this type of thing from happening, and honestly I don't understand myself how all the samples are missing.” He honestly seemed mystified as he explained.
“Of course human error can happen..spilled samples and such. Very rarely we have a test result mix up, and I do mean rarely.” Now placing his hands flat onto his desk for emphasis he seemed adamant, “The samples are gone doctor, the blood, the vials, everything. I can only assure you we have searched everywhere, and explored every possibility. There is a record of the time they were signed in, but thats it.”
Listening to what he was saying or rather what he wasn't saying, I read between the lines, “Are you suggesting that they were taken?”
A thick silence hung between us for several awkward moments before Martinez finally answered my question. “I cannot theorize what happened to those blood samples, I only know they are not here.” Now giving me an unyielding look he added, “Believe me...I wish I knew more.”
Suddenly, I understood with clarity what kind of position Martinez was in. If he explored the possibility that the blood was taken out of the lab, he would have to question, or accuse members of his staff, and that was obviously upheaval that he was not willing to risk.
While understanding his position, I certainly did not agree with it. I felt very strongly that Martinez had an ethical responsibility to find out what happened to those samples.
A silent understanding passed between us as we concluded out meeting. Now the ball was in my court and I could either go to a higher authority about this, or let it go. I wouldn't make any rash decisions at this moment, but would definitely weigh my options the next couple of days. 'God I hate hospital politics'...
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Shitty morning aside, it was a relief to be back in the swing of things in the ER. After checking in and the patient briefing, my preoccupied thoughts were soon consumed by the busy hum of the ER.
First on the docket was treating several patients that had come in with a large bridal shower group, all suffering from food poisoning. Apparently eggs and bacon weren't the only things on the menu for their rehearsal breakfast. I winced when I thought about the mental and physical shape of the poor bride. 'She won't be getting married tomorrow.'
The day passed in a blur of activity, as it usually does in the ER at Mt. Sinai. I had just delivered a hit and run patient over to the OR when I heard my beeper sound off.
No code, but the extension was a hospital number. Still on the OR floor, I walked over to the nearby nurses station and picked up an available phone to call the number.
After two rings I heard Shari, one of the admitting clerks pick up “ER.” She answered cheerfully.
“Shari..It's Dr. Maslova, I got a beep to call this extension. Do you know what's up.”
“Um yeah..doctor..er we have a couple detectives from NYPD that are here to speak to you.” She sounded as puzzled as I felt. 'NYPD?' I wondered.
“They're waiting for me right now?”
“Looks like it. Do you want me to tell them your tied up?” She asked.
Sighing in agitation, I rubbed my forehead. This wasn't exactly what I needed today.
“Thanks Shari, but go ahead and tell them I'll be right down. I just have to sign off on a couple of things.”
Cheerful as usual, she gave a peppy reply, “Sure thing doctor!”
Exiting the elevator in the ER fifteen minutes later, I went straight to the admitting desk. Sheri saw me walk up and said, “I sent them to the waiting room.” A friendly smile stretched across her pretty face.
Sheri was one of those cute, petite girls that I have always been jealous of. Standing anywhere near her made me feel like a complete giant. I literally dwarfed her by at least six inches. She was one of our better clerks, and very likable.
Giving her an appreciative smile, I thanked her again and began to head toward the waiting room. Time to see what this frustratingly bizarre day had in store for me now.
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A/N:
I can't say Thank you enough to everyone taking the time to read this..and a special thank you to my reviewers and raters. I know it can be a pain sometimes to take that time..but it really does spur me on! :)
Dani
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Chapter 7
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“Wow Rachel, you shoulder looks really good.” Said Dr.Marla Henders an attending physician here at Mt. Sianai. In her late forties, she was an excellent doctor with a fantastic reputation.
She was now gently prodding the site of my wound after having just removed the sutures. Looking down at the affected area, I had to agree with her.
With a puzzled shrug I said, “I know.”
Only yesterday the bite had still been worse for wear, swollen and red surrounded by dark purple and black contusions. Mending yes, but ever so slowly.
However when I rolled out of bed this morning, though tired from a restless sleep, I noticed immediately how good my shoulder felt. On further inspection I discovered it had miraculously improved in appearance as well. Only a small bit of greenish yellow bruising remained with the cuts from the teeth almost completely healed.
Shaking her head in amazement Dr. Henders removed her gloves, then began to make follow up notations in my chart. “If I hadn't seen that bite the other night myself, I wouldn't believe it how bad it was.” Looking up at me with a smile she added, “Well..we won't look a gift horse in the mouth will we?”
Nodding my head in agreement, I waited for her to officially finish up. “Ok Rachel, looks like you have the all clear to get back to work.” Shaking hands before she left, I quickly dressed and left the exam room.
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The lab area of Mt. Sinai hospital was huge. Not only renowned for being a teaching hospital, Sinai had over 300 programs, departments and clinics. I was reminded of this as I wove my way past the many hallways and labs thats made up the laboratory department.
Finally locating the room needed, I walked in and right up to a small glass partition. Seeing a figure sitting at a computer keyboard typing, I lightly tapped on the window to gain their attention.
A bleached blond Tammy Faye Baker look-a -like, wearing a startlingly low cut top, slid open the window and asked, “Can I help you?” For some reason there was an irked edge to her voice. 'Someone's having a bad day'...
Glancing down at her name tag, I answered, “Actually yes...er..Paula, I'm here to do a follow up on some lab results. I'd like to get a copy please.”
Before I could finish my request the slightly annoyed look on woman's face elevated to extremely annoyed. Her brows knit together as she snapped out, “On whose authority ma'am?”
Clenching my jaw, I could feel my own annoyance level spiking. 'What was the woman getting paid for anyway?'..
“That would be on MY authority.” I said coldly, as I held up my hospital ID lanyard for inspection.
Taking her time and making a show of studying the ID, she sighed dramatically and asked. “What was the name on the results you wanted?”
Relieved to finally be getting somewhere, “Rachel Maslova and there should be cross match results for a John Doe with them.” Reaching through the window, I snagged a hot pink sticky note off a pad and jotted my name down before handing it over to her.
Obviously recognizing my name from the hospital ID, she lifted her eyebrow in silent query as she pointedly looked at my lanyard again.
Completely put off by the woman's attitude thus far, I lifted an eyebrow back at her mockingly, refusing to elaborate.
Finally with another sigh, she flounced out of my view to presumably retrieve the results. After waiting for what felt like was long enough to walk from one end of the hospital to the other...at least twice, she came back into the little cubicle.
She passed a thin manila folder through the window to me, then promptly slammed it closed without saying word.
Mentally rolling my eyes at the rude office worker, I walked over to a set of office guest chairs against the adjacent wall. Taking a seat, I opened the folder to examine the results. Inside I found several white sheets of paper with my printed blood test results. Swiftly scanning through them, I could ascertain that they were all within normal range.
Though immediately a note tacked on at the bottom of the last page caught my eye. It read,
“Pertaining to the cross match and additional testing request of John Doe CASE #654AA6E, we were unable to obtain further results do to missing samples.” The paper was signed by an A. Martinez (cls.) Chief Technologist.
Befuddled, I reread the note again. Missing!? How could lab samples just be missing?
'The same way a ICU patient came up missing'... A little voice whispered in the back of my mind.
Frustrated but determined, I strode back over to the window partition. Seeing no Paula or anyone else in sight for that matter, I knocked on the window and waited. When another 20 seconds had passed with no answer, I knocked again much harder...and longer.
Finally, a slightly out of breath Paula came into view. When she recognized that it was me, her cheeks flushed in what I surmised to be anger. 'Well..she's just going to have to deal'... I thought.
Flinging open the partition, she opened her mouth to no doubt give me piece of her mind, but I beat her to the punch. Someone had lost my patient slash attackers blood samples, and I was in no mood to put up with snotty office workers right now.
Holding my index finger up between our faces to cut her off, I said “I need one thing, and one thing only from you right now, and that does not include your attitude.” Her mouth snapped closed in shock, but she remained silent. 'Oh..I'm on a roll now'
“Someone from this lab lost a very important blood sample, and I want answers. Do. You. Understand?” I bit out.
The look on my face must have been pretty intimidating, because eyes as big as saucers, she simply gave a meek nod of acknowledgement.
Satisfied that I now had her attention, “Alright then, where can I find A. Martinez?........Please.”
Still blessedly silent, the cowed office worker only blinked at me before her hand slowly slid toward the phone that was sitting by her computer.
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Twenty minutes later I found myself sitting in front of the desk of Mr. A. Martinez, clinical lab technologist (clt.) and apparently chief technologist of his department. A heavyset Latino man, he appeared to be in his mid to late fifties. According to the framed degrees on his wall, the A stood for Antonio.
“Doctor I wish I could help you, but we have absolutely nothing to go on.” he said as his big hands fiddled with a pen that had been laying on his desk.
Feeling my frustration mount, I rubbed my forehead with the tips of my fingers. An old habit I have when feeling annoyed.
“I just don't quit understand how this could have happened.” I said as I watched Martinez fidget nervously. “There was a chem 7, a tox screen and a white count ordered...that's at least 3 vials of blood!” I exclaimed throwing up my hands.
Taking a deep breath, Martinez exhaled with a defeated sigh. “We have very stringent procedures here in the lab to prevent this type of thing from happening, and honestly I don't understand myself how all the samples are missing.” He honestly seemed mystified as he explained.
“Of course human error can happen..spilled samples and such. Very rarely we have a test result mix up, and I do mean rarely.” Now placing his hands flat onto his desk for emphasis he seemed adamant, “The samples are gone doctor, the blood, the vials, everything. I can only assure you we have searched everywhere, and explored every possibility. There is a record of the time they were signed in, but thats it.”
Listening to what he was saying or rather what he wasn't saying, I read between the lines, “Are you suggesting that they were taken?”
A thick silence hung between us for several awkward moments before Martinez finally answered my question. “I cannot theorize what happened to those blood samples, I only know they are not here.” Now giving me an unyielding look he added, “Believe me...I wish I knew more.”
Suddenly, I understood with clarity what kind of position Martinez was in. If he explored the possibility that the blood was taken out of the lab, he would have to question, or accuse members of his staff, and that was obviously upheaval that he was not willing to risk.
While understanding his position, I certainly did not agree with it. I felt very strongly that Martinez had an ethical responsibility to find out what happened to those samples.
A silent understanding passed between us as we concluded out meeting. Now the ball was in my court and I could either go to a higher authority about this, or let it go. I wouldn't make any rash decisions at this moment, but would definitely weigh my options the next couple of days. 'God I hate hospital politics'...
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Shitty morning aside, it was a relief to be back in the swing of things in the ER. After checking in and the patient briefing, my preoccupied thoughts were soon consumed by the busy hum of the ER.
First on the docket was treating several patients that had come in with a large bridal shower group, all suffering from food poisoning. Apparently eggs and bacon weren't the only things on the menu for their rehearsal breakfast. I winced when I thought about the mental and physical shape of the poor bride. 'She won't be getting married tomorrow.'
The day passed in a blur of activity, as it usually does in the ER at Mt. Sinai. I had just delivered a hit and run patient over to the OR when I heard my beeper sound off.
No code, but the extension was a hospital number. Still on the OR floor, I walked over to the nearby nurses station and picked up an available phone to call the number.
After two rings I heard Shari, one of the admitting clerks pick up “ER.” She answered cheerfully.
“Shari..It's Dr. Maslova, I got a beep to call this extension. Do you know what's up.”
“Um yeah..doctor..er we have a couple detectives from NYPD that are here to speak to you.” She sounded as puzzled as I felt. 'NYPD?' I wondered.
“They're waiting for me right now?”
“Looks like it. Do you want me to tell them your tied up?” She asked.
Sighing in agitation, I rubbed my forehead. This wasn't exactly what I needed today.
“Thanks Shari, but go ahead and tell them I'll be right down. I just have to sign off on a couple of things.”
Cheerful as usual, she gave a peppy reply, “Sure thing doctor!”
Exiting the elevator in the ER fifteen minutes later, I went straight to the admitting desk. Sheri saw me walk up and said, “I sent them to the waiting room.” A friendly smile stretched across her pretty face.
Sheri was one of those cute, petite girls that I have always been jealous of. Standing anywhere near her made me feel like a complete giant. I literally dwarfed her by at least six inches. She was one of our better clerks, and very likable.
Giving her an appreciative smile, I thanked her again and began to head toward the waiting room. Time to see what this frustratingly bizarre day had in store for me now.
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A/N:
I can't say Thank you enough to everyone taking the time to read this..and a special thank you to my reviewers and raters. I know it can be a pain sometimes to take that time..but it really does spur me on! :)
Dani