"CHAPTER TWO
The next day
Mike came into the hospital as usual. He
parked where he could find a spot. He
walked in with his usual gait. Some
might say it was a characteristic Midwestern walk. Not the sort of person who just committed a
possible murder the night before. New
Haven was a problem city. Lots of people
get mugged, or worse at all hours of the day and night. If there was any news about Dr. Levy, not a
word was mentioned in Mike's hearing.
The nurse's
station was busy as usual. Mike greeted
the charge nurse and went straight to the wall where the patient charts were
lined up on a shelf. He didn't say
much. Mike wasn't a talker. That was what the nurses said about him
behind his back. A yawn escaped Mike's
lips as he settled down for a read of the labs on Mr. Morse.
"Oh,
Mike!" A voice called. Mike looked up. It was Missy.
She smiled at him brightly.
"Are
we still on for tonight?" She
asked.
"Sure." He smiled at her, his blue eyes gentle as
they fell on her sweetly smiling face.
"Wear that nice black dress that you wore to the Resident's
Ball."
She
giggled. "Oh!" She looked pleased. "THAT dress."
Mike was
about to say something when a disembodied voice rang out through the
hospital. "Code Blue, A614! Code Blue, A614!"
Missy
gasped. "I think that's us!"
The unit
nurse and all the residents and interns that were present rushed out of the
nurses station, leaving it empty.
Room A614
was the room at the end of the hallway.
Every available doctor, from intern to residents, ran flying towards
that room. "That's Morse's
room." Someone said aloud.
Inside, the
chief resident was standing next to the patient's bed. The patient, Mr. Morse, was surprisingly
still. Mike walked to his bedside and
surveyed the damage. Morse's face was a
deathly pale almost bluish color.
"What the hell -" Mike
uttered. "He was doing fine when I
saw him earlier."
Cody Tripp,
the chief resident, ignored Mike.
"I need some room!" He
barked. He quickly stripped Mr. Morse's
gown off his chest and began to administer resuscitation procedures.
Mike felt
sick. He watched as the STAT team gave
their very best care to Mr. Morse.
Tripp's
eyes were laserlike on his patient.
"Mr. Morse, can you hear me?"
He yelled, his face inches away from Mr. Morse's.
"His
BP's coming around." A voice called
out.
"Give
him epi stat." Tripp barked.
"Epi!"
Another voice, Corcoran, piped up.
Corcoran moved in and inserted the small needle into Morse's iv line.
There was a
short silence. Corcoran glanced at Mike
who looked like he had seen a ghost.
Tripp was
still watching Morse and then he stepped back from the bed. "Missy, he's coming around. I want him
in ICU stat."
"Right,
Dr. Tripp." Missy replied, all business-like.
Mike
slipped out of Mr. Morse's room and headed into the nearest mens room. He went to an empty stall and vomited into
the toilet. His eyes watered. Sweat poured from his face. He felt dizzy. He sat down with a sigh when his stomach stopped
heaving."
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