woodyloveslinkin
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Okay, I know I've already got a Bourdon story going already, Our Truth, but I was writing this last night cos it's a mxture of Scrubs and our Bourdon thing. But to Our Truth readers, I've already finished the story on my comp, but it's more of a matter of me posting it.
These are the main characters for noobs to this: Ravyn, Rob, Meaghen, Mel, Sarah, Viking and Jojo. But I have also included two other new faces to the scene; Andrea and Gradon.
So here it is, it's all in third person, because apparently I **** my teachers off by writing in second person when it comes to creative writing tasks. But I wanted a challenge and I screwed the whole Bourdon family thing, but instead they are all friends, well most of them.
“All interns report to the common room, all doctors report to the common foyer on level three,” an overheard voice projects over the busy patients waiting in line waiting for a doctor. A doctor sat at a patient’s side shook her head, ignoring the call for attendance to some hospital function. She checked the patient’s pulse, and compared the patient’s heartbeat to the ticking on her watch.
“Don’t you have to go Doc?” asked the old man. “I mean, I thought it was compulsory.”
“Not with me, it isn’t,” replied the doctor, as she removed her hand from the old man’s wrist. “I’m head of this department. I abide by my orders and failing that, the government’s orders. Can you sit up please, Mr Williams? I need to check your other signs that you’re still functioning normally.” The old man sat up, as the doctor puts her stethoscope in her ears, and listened carefully to his breathing patterns, by pressing the other end of the stethoscope against his back.
“What’s the good news Doc?” asked the old man.
“Mr Williams, can you please remind me of why you had a heart attack last time you were in here?” asked the doctor.
“Ah, because I was overweight, and I smoked,” answered the old man.
“Mr Williams, I appreciate you fighting the bulge, but just because you’ve lost the weight that does not mean you’re out of danger of a heart attack if you’re over sixty and you still smoke,” lectured the doctor. “And correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re in here again, because you’ve had a stroke.” The doctor removed the stethoscope from her ears, and from listening to his breathing patterns, and curled it around her neck.
“I can’t give it up Doc, that’s the problem,” started the old man, as he sat back against the fixed back of the bed. A small breeze blew in from the open window, and made his grey comb over look like real hair.
“Well, here’s a suggestion Mr Williams, give the cigarettes up, or give your life up, that’s the only option you have here,” the doctor said, as she walked over to his chart on the end of the bed, and started to write some things down on it. “Here’s my prescription to you, keep up the exercise, start having nicotine gum instead of your daily intakes of **** and I won’t have to see you ever again in this very hospital.” She looked up at the old man, as he started to chuckle. That chuckle turned into a nasty cough. “Mr Williams, with all due respect, just because you’re seventy something, doesn’t mean you have to end your life before the normal life expectancy from someone in this era. Let alone giving yourself a chance to die from heart disease.” She clicked the pen; put it in her white top pocket of her doctor’s jacket, hung the patient’s chart back on the end of the bed, gave the old man one sinister look and she walked out.
She walked to the front desk where she would normally get her rounds of patients. She stopped at the front desk, where no one was practically there. She was impatient and annoyed today, so she started to ring the bell on the front counter, until someone came out. It had to be the head of nurses.
“Harris, stop it,” the head of the nurses ordered at the doctor, looking annoyed as well. She walked over to the front desk, pulled out a manila folder that had scribbly handwriting on the front of it, from a large pile of papers. She stopped and looked at Ravyn. That was the sign for Ravyn to stop consistently ringing the bell. It was a rarity that Ravyn obeyed orders from the head of the nurses. “Grant’s already up you for not attending various meetings with the Health Minister.”
“Last time I checked, he wasn’t my boss,” Ravyn smart-*** replied.
“Yeah, but the Minister for Health is, he’s the one that puts the money in your bank account,” Jo reminded, as she put the manila folder down on the counter. Ravyn opened it and looked at it. “You’ve got a patient in ward four, complaining of chest pains.”
“Then your nurses should take care of it, not me,” Ravyn smoothly replied. “If your nurses are so good, Jo, as I consider that a false claim, why don’t you just get them to replace me? Oh wait, you can’t, because I’m the head of the department here.” She slammed the manila folder shut. “And where are the interns that aren’t attending that stupid function?”
“See, this is where you get people wrong here Ravyn, these interns actually obey their orders,” stated Jo, grabbing the manila folder and dropping it onto the desk. “They are trying to learn here in this hospital.”
“Yeah, because they know I have the ability to fire them,” Ravyn remarked. “They think working with me as an intern is bad, wait until they work with me everyday for seven straight years.”
“If the world ran your way, you would have the whole lot of them burnt on a stake, just because they couldn’t find where the toilets were,” Jo replied, as she scrambles for another manila folder. “I think I have a patient where my nurses are useless without your expertise.”
“Your nurses are useless anyway,” muttered Ravyn to herself, hoping that no one would hear that, especially Jo. But Jo heard it, and ignored it. She pulled out a green manila folder and handed it to Ravyn. Ravyn reluctantly took it. “Wow. This does sound serious.” She hadn’t even opened it and already she started with the snide remarks.
“Why don’t you just open it?” snapped Jo. “It’s bad enough I have to deal with Grant’s antics.”
“Well, I’m not the one married to him,” replied Ravyn, as she opens the green manila folder and she started to read the various documents. “And you’re the one that’s telling me, that you’re nurses cannot handle consistent fevers?” She looked up from the documents. “You’ve got to be joking me. I would rather see Rob trip over a bucket of water then actually take this case seriously.” Ravyn slammed the manila folder down on the counter. Jo took the folder, closed it, and held it.
“It’s the third time that woman’s been in here in a week, complaining of ongoing headaches and fevers,” explained Jo, looking sinister. “What if it’s a tumour?”
“And what, that’s too much for your nurses to handle, a simple cat scan?” Ravyn retorted, angrily at the amount of laziness going on with Jo’s nurses. “If they cannot handle a simple cat scan, imagine what they would be like changing a light bulb. I would actually fear for my safety. I’ll be in paediatrics if you or anyone else wants to take me or this hospital seriously.” Ravyn disconnected herself from the conversation with Jo.
“Why are you going there?” asked Jo, as she started to follow Ravyn towards the west end of the building, as she started to realise why her main reason for the disconnection of the conversation was. Jo started smiling like a teenage girl. “You’re going because he’s working there now, isn’t he?”
“I don’t know what language you’re talking in, but I’m going to have to say no either way,” answered Ravyn, as she started to pick up her pace, hoping to lose Jo along in the process. Jo wasn’t the fooled, and started to pick up her pace. “Are you going to do what you do best and annoy me for no reason? Don’t you have to put nurses to the slaughter or something?”
“You are so going there to see him, aren’t you?” bugged Jo. “Why didn’t you tell me there was something going on?” Jo and Ravyn stopped at an elevator, where Ravyn was repetitively pushing the down button on the wall. She closed her eyes and begged to wake up from this dream.
“Where’s Andrea when you need her?” Ravyn asked herself, as she opened her eyes to the sound of opening doors.
“Why are you trying to hide it? It’s so obvious,” carried on Jo, not moving from her spot, as Ravyn rushed into the elevator, turned around and started frantically pushing the button for the sixth floor.
Please close, she begged in her thoughts, please close. The doors closed and Ravyn let out a sigh of relief and Ravyn stopped pushing the button. She leant back against the rails. But who else that really tickled her nerves would she run into on the way to see her future husband? Well, she was only guessing he would be her future husband because he was a lot like her, he was dedicated to his work, and, he was pretty cute as well to stare out, front and back. But no one knew, not even him.
She exhaled heavily.
“Harris,” came another female colleague’s voice from the corner of the elevator. Ravyn looked up at the numbers being highlighted. Come on, Ravyn urged the levels in her thoughts. “Why are you going to paediatrics? It’s not even your department.”
“Why must I answer to you?” Ravyn turned around to see the head of radiology there, with various large, white envelopes in her hands. “It’s bad enough I have to see you living in the same street as me let alone sharing the same workplace with you.”
“Well, I was only asking,” she said.
“Okay, you can start telling me what to do, Meaghen, when you grow older than I am, when you have more years in this hospital as a professional doctor and when you become head of ICU, then I’ll start listening,” Ravyn replied. “But while none of that is even possible, I don’t even know why we’re having this conversation.”
“Just answer me,” stated Meaghen. “You don’t have to get all worked up and have a ***** attack at me every time I ask you a simple question. On a lighter topic, I got your x-rays for Mr Williams.”
Ravyn looked unsure, if she was going to co-operate with Meaghen or not. She gave her a faint smile and Meaghen handed Ravyn the x-rays needed for Mr William’s condition.
“About time, I asked for them about two hours ago and all I got told was Doctor Greyfoxx will see to it when she can,” bitched Ravyn, holding the large white envelope in her hands and not looking at them. “I mean, how **** slow can you and your department get Meaghen?”
“It’s a very busy hospital,” replied Meaghen, shuffling some more envelopes around in her hands. “Aren’t you going to have a look at them?”
“When I get back to ICU, I will, but not now, I’ve got business to attend to in paediatrics,” sneered Ravyn. “Don’t you have work to do in radiology?”
“I’ve got to give these back to parents who want to know how bad their kids’ fractures are,” answered Meaghen. “So it looks like, we’ll both be walking to paediatrics together.”
“Like **** we aren’t,” muttered Ravyn, looking away from her work colleague.
“Have you seen the new interns for the nurses?” Meaghen asked, attempting to establish a connection with Ravyn, conversation wise. Ravyn rolled her eyes at the attempt that Meaghen was trying to do. “And how many have you told to go to **** in the past few hours since your shift started?”
“Sadly, only three,” answered Ravyn, as she started to reflect on three separate incidents in the past four or so hours that she had started her shift, where she had told three interns to step aside or go to ****. One could not put an IV in a patient’s arm even if Ravyn had put a gun to his head. Another would not step aside because she believed she had the right answer to curing paralysis of a blind man. And the last one nearly spilt her coffee all over Ravyn when they were talking about what interns are and aren’t allowed to say to such doctors as Ravyn. “I must say, I’m already starting to feel sorry for Jo. She has to be the one that’s around them on a constant basis.”
“We’ve got a couple of new interns,” added Meaghen, putting a hand in her white jacket and pulling out a chain of various keys.
“I’ve noticed,” muttered Ravyn.
“Yeah, we’ve had several complaints about your behaviour towards our interns already, and it’s only open season so far,” replied Meaghen, with a sarcastic smile. “I’m going to be glad when you get assigned a new intern, or maybe even a bunch of them.”
“Good, be glad all you want, cos, so far, it ain’t happening,” Ravyn smiled at the fact that many people tended to give all the interns to other doctors in the ICU department rather than giving them to her. The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened to a sign pointing to the paediatrics ward. Both doctors got out and started to walk the way of the paediatrics ward. The elevator doors closed behind them. “You’re not going to follow me are you?”
“No,” answered Meaghen, as walked beside Ravyn, who was not enjoying Meaghen’s company. “You know what you need to do Rav? You need to relax big time.”
Ravyn stopped at the mention of the word ‘Rav’, as Meaghen stopped as well. Ravyn wasn’t happy by the fact that Meaghen had used the nickname that was the result of the physiotherapy department playing with Ravyn’s head once upon a time, when she was an intern. She hated memories of her internship.
“Don’t you have some stupid surfer guy to try and hook up with or am I just a placebo for your excuses to be alive?” asked Ravyn, quite harshly. “Now, you know my name, and most obvious, you know my surname, so why can’t you just leave it at that?”
“Look, I didn’t mean to offend you,” apologised Meaghen. “I’m sorry Ravyn.”
“Good, now leave me alone, you’re going to attract unwanted interns around me,” said Ravyn, as she walked off, leaving Meaghen pondering about how she had offended the most brilliant and the rudest member of the medical team in the hospital. Meaghen shook her head in confusion and walked off in the same direction as Ravyn, but at a slower pace.
Ravyn walked past a couple of interns in which she dreaded to meet eye contact with, let alone having a conversation with them that doesn’t involve the girly gossip. But, she didn’t know where he would be. He could be anywhere in this lengthy department of idiots. Her heart sunk at the thought that he might’ve left for home already without saying goodbye to her like he usually did, if she wasn’t nearby. Her eyes darted from the foreheads of gothic interns to some of Jo’s nurses being up here for *** only knows what reason. She couldn’t find him, when a whole bunch of children ran straight past her. She stopped at the entrance to a couple of corridors; it was as empty as a Limp Bizkit concert. She retraced her steps back to the main corridor to where the paediatrics’ front desk was. She leant against the counter, crossing her arms on it as well, trying not to crush Mr Williams’ x-rays in the process.
“Good morning Doctor Harris,” greeted one of the girls that looked like Jennifer Lopez blended badly into Bollywood. “May I ask what brings you here?”
“Where’s the janitor?” Ravyn asked, trying not to look so downtrodden. She wanted to avoid the questions.
“Um…Rob, I think he’s already left,” answered the girl. “But I’m not sure. I can ring up if you want to.”
“Yeah, you do that for me,” replied Ravyn, as she noticed something or someone was watching her. She turned around to see a tall associate. “Where were you? I had to deal with Jo’s interns for hours at end.”
“Meaghen was doing something major for me down in radio,” answered Andrea, as she took a pen out from her top pocket and started to write something down on a piece of paper. “I had this guy, twenty-something fractures throughout his body.”
“Who did he think he was… superman?” Ravyn asked. “Did he jump out of a window and realise at the last minute he couldn’t fly?”
“You’re in nasty mood today aren’t you?” asked Andrea, still not looking at Ravyn, but at the piece of paper as she continued to write. “Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?”
“I slept on the couch last night, not in my bed,” corrected Ravyn. “I feel asleep watching television, for the first time in ages.”
“Excuse me,” said the not-almost-there Bollywood Jennifer Lopez styled girl from the front desk. Ravyn’s attention was diverted from Andrea to the girl. “They said that Rob’s doing something at the other end of the building, for Erika, I think. Not sure if they said Erika or Eric.”
“They are either female or they are male, next time, open your eyes, because they are two different people to me,” snapped Ravyn, as Andrea stopped writing and handed the piece of paper to the chick.
“And I want an extra fifty milligrams of that stuff, if she happens to wake up,” ordered Andrea, putting the pen in her back pocket of her pants. She turned to Ravyn, whom was already looking at her. “Why are you after Rob?”
“He owes me money,” lied Ravyn. “Nothing else, I swear, with ***’s honour.”
“***’s honour is just about good as nothing, when it comes to you swearing about things girl,” replied Andrea, smiling. “I know there’s something going on, in which, I will find out sooner or later.” Andrea sensed Ravyn wasn’t telling her something, just by her response reaction to the previous question.
“Good for you, do you feel proud?” asked Ravyn, shifting her weight onto her left leg, as she crossed her arms.
“You need a man in your life,” blurted Andrea. She wasn’t meant to say it, but it just came out as verbal vomit. “You’re always grumpy, you’re still single, and you refuse to go out man-hunting.”
“Well, maybe that’s a good thing, me being single, because you know how long my shifts are,” Ravyn replied. “And plus, I’m only grumpy when it comes to open season with the interns flooding in like cicadas on my front lawn.”
“And so the other times it’s just your hormones speaking then?” asked Andrea.
“No, the interns from the previous open season are still here and as long as they learn to either grow or buy some brain cells, I will shoot them with a tranquiliser gun,” Ravyn answered. “And plus, when they do finally turn into doctors, *** forbid they ever will, they were better off at college, waking up with a hangover every single morning, rather than being in Josh’s office complaining about how I can do a job better than they can.”
“Or maybe, complaining about your attitude?” suggested Andrea. “Just saying, it can get out of hand sometimes, that’s all.”
“Oh, there’s always that possibility, but I’m going to have to stick to me doing their jobs for them in a more professional and appropriate manner,” replied Ravyn. “Well, I’m not going to waste my time and wait for my money to come walking back to me, in Rob’s back pocket, so I better get these x-rays back to ICU, before Jo interferes and mucks everything up.”
“I take it Jo hasn’t told you,” Andrea reminded herself about the new rumour flooding the hospital’s corridors.
“Jo doesn’t tell me what to do, I tell her what to do,” Ravyn replied. “And plus, she’s only the head of the nurses, a department which is over-funded for pathetic reasons. Didn’t radiology request for some more barium and Josh overruled it and instead continued to pump in more funds for the nurses?”
“Don’t you start on the nursing department,” ordered Andrea. “It’s bad enough I hear it from the guys down at the pharmacy.”
“I’m just thankful the ICU here is not as **** as the ones I’ve seen downtown,” replied Ravyn. “Anyway, what has Jo failed to tell me once again and tell me again, why do I have to believe it when I’m a superior doctor than Jo?”
“You’re getting an intern to play role model to,” replied Andrea, as Ravyn’s expression completely changed.
“It’s not April the first,” retorted Ravyn, briskly. “Josh has more decency to set me up with an intern for an open season.”
These are the main characters for noobs to this: Ravyn, Rob, Meaghen, Mel, Sarah, Viking and Jojo. But I have also included two other new faces to the scene; Andrea and Gradon.
So here it is, it's all in third person, because apparently I **** my teachers off by writing in second person when it comes to creative writing tasks. But I wanted a challenge and I screwed the whole Bourdon family thing, but instead they are all friends, well most of them.
“All interns report to the common room, all doctors report to the common foyer on level three,” an overheard voice projects over the busy patients waiting in line waiting for a doctor. A doctor sat at a patient’s side shook her head, ignoring the call for attendance to some hospital function. She checked the patient’s pulse, and compared the patient’s heartbeat to the ticking on her watch.
“Don’t you have to go Doc?” asked the old man. “I mean, I thought it was compulsory.”
“Not with me, it isn’t,” replied the doctor, as she removed her hand from the old man’s wrist. “I’m head of this department. I abide by my orders and failing that, the government’s orders. Can you sit up please, Mr Williams? I need to check your other signs that you’re still functioning normally.” The old man sat up, as the doctor puts her stethoscope in her ears, and listened carefully to his breathing patterns, by pressing the other end of the stethoscope against his back.
“What’s the good news Doc?” asked the old man.
“Mr Williams, can you please remind me of why you had a heart attack last time you were in here?” asked the doctor.
“Ah, because I was overweight, and I smoked,” answered the old man.
“Mr Williams, I appreciate you fighting the bulge, but just because you’ve lost the weight that does not mean you’re out of danger of a heart attack if you’re over sixty and you still smoke,” lectured the doctor. “And correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re in here again, because you’ve had a stroke.” The doctor removed the stethoscope from her ears, and from listening to his breathing patterns, and curled it around her neck.
“I can’t give it up Doc, that’s the problem,” started the old man, as he sat back against the fixed back of the bed. A small breeze blew in from the open window, and made his grey comb over look like real hair.
“Well, here’s a suggestion Mr Williams, give the cigarettes up, or give your life up, that’s the only option you have here,” the doctor said, as she walked over to his chart on the end of the bed, and started to write some things down on it. “Here’s my prescription to you, keep up the exercise, start having nicotine gum instead of your daily intakes of **** and I won’t have to see you ever again in this very hospital.” She looked up at the old man, as he started to chuckle. That chuckle turned into a nasty cough. “Mr Williams, with all due respect, just because you’re seventy something, doesn’t mean you have to end your life before the normal life expectancy from someone in this era. Let alone giving yourself a chance to die from heart disease.” She clicked the pen; put it in her white top pocket of her doctor’s jacket, hung the patient’s chart back on the end of the bed, gave the old man one sinister look and she walked out.
She walked to the front desk where she would normally get her rounds of patients. She stopped at the front desk, where no one was practically there. She was impatient and annoyed today, so she started to ring the bell on the front counter, until someone came out. It had to be the head of nurses.
“Harris, stop it,” the head of the nurses ordered at the doctor, looking annoyed as well. She walked over to the front desk, pulled out a manila folder that had scribbly handwriting on the front of it, from a large pile of papers. She stopped and looked at Ravyn. That was the sign for Ravyn to stop consistently ringing the bell. It was a rarity that Ravyn obeyed orders from the head of the nurses. “Grant’s already up you for not attending various meetings with the Health Minister.”
“Last time I checked, he wasn’t my boss,” Ravyn smart-*** replied.
“Yeah, but the Minister for Health is, he’s the one that puts the money in your bank account,” Jo reminded, as she put the manila folder down on the counter. Ravyn opened it and looked at it. “You’ve got a patient in ward four, complaining of chest pains.”
“Then your nurses should take care of it, not me,” Ravyn smoothly replied. “If your nurses are so good, Jo, as I consider that a false claim, why don’t you just get them to replace me? Oh wait, you can’t, because I’m the head of the department here.” She slammed the manila folder shut. “And where are the interns that aren’t attending that stupid function?”
“See, this is where you get people wrong here Ravyn, these interns actually obey their orders,” stated Jo, grabbing the manila folder and dropping it onto the desk. “They are trying to learn here in this hospital.”
“Yeah, because they know I have the ability to fire them,” Ravyn remarked. “They think working with me as an intern is bad, wait until they work with me everyday for seven straight years.”
“If the world ran your way, you would have the whole lot of them burnt on a stake, just because they couldn’t find where the toilets were,” Jo replied, as she scrambles for another manila folder. “I think I have a patient where my nurses are useless without your expertise.”
“Your nurses are useless anyway,” muttered Ravyn to herself, hoping that no one would hear that, especially Jo. But Jo heard it, and ignored it. She pulled out a green manila folder and handed it to Ravyn. Ravyn reluctantly took it. “Wow. This does sound serious.” She hadn’t even opened it and already she started with the snide remarks.
“Why don’t you just open it?” snapped Jo. “It’s bad enough I have to deal with Grant’s antics.”
“Well, I’m not the one married to him,” replied Ravyn, as she opens the green manila folder and she started to read the various documents. “And you’re the one that’s telling me, that you’re nurses cannot handle consistent fevers?” She looked up from the documents. “You’ve got to be joking me. I would rather see Rob trip over a bucket of water then actually take this case seriously.” Ravyn slammed the manila folder down on the counter. Jo took the folder, closed it, and held it.
“It’s the third time that woman’s been in here in a week, complaining of ongoing headaches and fevers,” explained Jo, looking sinister. “What if it’s a tumour?”
“And what, that’s too much for your nurses to handle, a simple cat scan?” Ravyn retorted, angrily at the amount of laziness going on with Jo’s nurses. “If they cannot handle a simple cat scan, imagine what they would be like changing a light bulb. I would actually fear for my safety. I’ll be in paediatrics if you or anyone else wants to take me or this hospital seriously.” Ravyn disconnected herself from the conversation with Jo.
“Why are you going there?” asked Jo, as she started to follow Ravyn towards the west end of the building, as she started to realise why her main reason for the disconnection of the conversation was. Jo started smiling like a teenage girl. “You’re going because he’s working there now, isn’t he?”
“I don’t know what language you’re talking in, but I’m going to have to say no either way,” answered Ravyn, as she started to pick up her pace, hoping to lose Jo along in the process. Jo wasn’t the fooled, and started to pick up her pace. “Are you going to do what you do best and annoy me for no reason? Don’t you have to put nurses to the slaughter or something?”
“You are so going there to see him, aren’t you?” bugged Jo. “Why didn’t you tell me there was something going on?” Jo and Ravyn stopped at an elevator, where Ravyn was repetitively pushing the down button on the wall. She closed her eyes and begged to wake up from this dream.
“Where’s Andrea when you need her?” Ravyn asked herself, as she opened her eyes to the sound of opening doors.
“Why are you trying to hide it? It’s so obvious,” carried on Jo, not moving from her spot, as Ravyn rushed into the elevator, turned around and started frantically pushing the button for the sixth floor.
Please close, she begged in her thoughts, please close. The doors closed and Ravyn let out a sigh of relief and Ravyn stopped pushing the button. She leant back against the rails. But who else that really tickled her nerves would she run into on the way to see her future husband? Well, she was only guessing he would be her future husband because he was a lot like her, he was dedicated to his work, and, he was pretty cute as well to stare out, front and back. But no one knew, not even him.
She exhaled heavily.
“Harris,” came another female colleague’s voice from the corner of the elevator. Ravyn looked up at the numbers being highlighted. Come on, Ravyn urged the levels in her thoughts. “Why are you going to paediatrics? It’s not even your department.”
“Why must I answer to you?” Ravyn turned around to see the head of radiology there, with various large, white envelopes in her hands. “It’s bad enough I have to see you living in the same street as me let alone sharing the same workplace with you.”
“Well, I was only asking,” she said.
“Okay, you can start telling me what to do, Meaghen, when you grow older than I am, when you have more years in this hospital as a professional doctor and when you become head of ICU, then I’ll start listening,” Ravyn replied. “But while none of that is even possible, I don’t even know why we’re having this conversation.”
“Just answer me,” stated Meaghen. “You don’t have to get all worked up and have a ***** attack at me every time I ask you a simple question. On a lighter topic, I got your x-rays for Mr Williams.”
Ravyn looked unsure, if she was going to co-operate with Meaghen or not. She gave her a faint smile and Meaghen handed Ravyn the x-rays needed for Mr William’s condition.
“About time, I asked for them about two hours ago and all I got told was Doctor Greyfoxx will see to it when she can,” bitched Ravyn, holding the large white envelope in her hands and not looking at them. “I mean, how **** slow can you and your department get Meaghen?”
“It’s a very busy hospital,” replied Meaghen, shuffling some more envelopes around in her hands. “Aren’t you going to have a look at them?”
“When I get back to ICU, I will, but not now, I’ve got business to attend to in paediatrics,” sneered Ravyn. “Don’t you have work to do in radiology?”
“I’ve got to give these back to parents who want to know how bad their kids’ fractures are,” answered Meaghen. “So it looks like, we’ll both be walking to paediatrics together.”
“Like **** we aren’t,” muttered Ravyn, looking away from her work colleague.
“Have you seen the new interns for the nurses?” Meaghen asked, attempting to establish a connection with Ravyn, conversation wise. Ravyn rolled her eyes at the attempt that Meaghen was trying to do. “And how many have you told to go to **** in the past few hours since your shift started?”
“Sadly, only three,” answered Ravyn, as she started to reflect on three separate incidents in the past four or so hours that she had started her shift, where she had told three interns to step aside or go to ****. One could not put an IV in a patient’s arm even if Ravyn had put a gun to his head. Another would not step aside because she believed she had the right answer to curing paralysis of a blind man. And the last one nearly spilt her coffee all over Ravyn when they were talking about what interns are and aren’t allowed to say to such doctors as Ravyn. “I must say, I’m already starting to feel sorry for Jo. She has to be the one that’s around them on a constant basis.”
“We’ve got a couple of new interns,” added Meaghen, putting a hand in her white jacket and pulling out a chain of various keys.
“I’ve noticed,” muttered Ravyn.
“Yeah, we’ve had several complaints about your behaviour towards our interns already, and it’s only open season so far,” replied Meaghen, with a sarcastic smile. “I’m going to be glad when you get assigned a new intern, or maybe even a bunch of them.”
“Good, be glad all you want, cos, so far, it ain’t happening,” Ravyn smiled at the fact that many people tended to give all the interns to other doctors in the ICU department rather than giving them to her. The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened to a sign pointing to the paediatrics ward. Both doctors got out and started to walk the way of the paediatrics ward. The elevator doors closed behind them. “You’re not going to follow me are you?”
“No,” answered Meaghen, as walked beside Ravyn, who was not enjoying Meaghen’s company. “You know what you need to do Rav? You need to relax big time.”
Ravyn stopped at the mention of the word ‘Rav’, as Meaghen stopped as well. Ravyn wasn’t happy by the fact that Meaghen had used the nickname that was the result of the physiotherapy department playing with Ravyn’s head once upon a time, when she was an intern. She hated memories of her internship.
“Don’t you have some stupid surfer guy to try and hook up with or am I just a placebo for your excuses to be alive?” asked Ravyn, quite harshly. “Now, you know my name, and most obvious, you know my surname, so why can’t you just leave it at that?”
“Look, I didn’t mean to offend you,” apologised Meaghen. “I’m sorry Ravyn.”
“Good, now leave me alone, you’re going to attract unwanted interns around me,” said Ravyn, as she walked off, leaving Meaghen pondering about how she had offended the most brilliant and the rudest member of the medical team in the hospital. Meaghen shook her head in confusion and walked off in the same direction as Ravyn, but at a slower pace.
Ravyn walked past a couple of interns in which she dreaded to meet eye contact with, let alone having a conversation with them that doesn’t involve the girly gossip. But, she didn’t know where he would be. He could be anywhere in this lengthy department of idiots. Her heart sunk at the thought that he might’ve left for home already without saying goodbye to her like he usually did, if she wasn’t nearby. Her eyes darted from the foreheads of gothic interns to some of Jo’s nurses being up here for *** only knows what reason. She couldn’t find him, when a whole bunch of children ran straight past her. She stopped at the entrance to a couple of corridors; it was as empty as a Limp Bizkit concert. She retraced her steps back to the main corridor to where the paediatrics’ front desk was. She leant against the counter, crossing her arms on it as well, trying not to crush Mr Williams’ x-rays in the process.
“Good morning Doctor Harris,” greeted one of the girls that looked like Jennifer Lopez blended badly into Bollywood. “May I ask what brings you here?”
“Where’s the janitor?” Ravyn asked, trying not to look so downtrodden. She wanted to avoid the questions.
“Um…Rob, I think he’s already left,” answered the girl. “But I’m not sure. I can ring up if you want to.”
“Yeah, you do that for me,” replied Ravyn, as she noticed something or someone was watching her. She turned around to see a tall associate. “Where were you? I had to deal with Jo’s interns for hours at end.”
“Meaghen was doing something major for me down in radio,” answered Andrea, as she took a pen out from her top pocket and started to write something down on a piece of paper. “I had this guy, twenty-something fractures throughout his body.”
“Who did he think he was… superman?” Ravyn asked. “Did he jump out of a window and realise at the last minute he couldn’t fly?”
“You’re in nasty mood today aren’t you?” asked Andrea, still not looking at Ravyn, but at the piece of paper as she continued to write. “Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?”
“I slept on the couch last night, not in my bed,” corrected Ravyn. “I feel asleep watching television, for the first time in ages.”
“Excuse me,” said the not-almost-there Bollywood Jennifer Lopez styled girl from the front desk. Ravyn’s attention was diverted from Andrea to the girl. “They said that Rob’s doing something at the other end of the building, for Erika, I think. Not sure if they said Erika or Eric.”
“They are either female or they are male, next time, open your eyes, because they are two different people to me,” snapped Ravyn, as Andrea stopped writing and handed the piece of paper to the chick.
“And I want an extra fifty milligrams of that stuff, if she happens to wake up,” ordered Andrea, putting the pen in her back pocket of her pants. She turned to Ravyn, whom was already looking at her. “Why are you after Rob?”
“He owes me money,” lied Ravyn. “Nothing else, I swear, with ***’s honour.”
“***’s honour is just about good as nothing, when it comes to you swearing about things girl,” replied Andrea, smiling. “I know there’s something going on, in which, I will find out sooner or later.” Andrea sensed Ravyn wasn’t telling her something, just by her response reaction to the previous question.
“Good for you, do you feel proud?” asked Ravyn, shifting her weight onto her left leg, as she crossed her arms.
“You need a man in your life,” blurted Andrea. She wasn’t meant to say it, but it just came out as verbal vomit. “You’re always grumpy, you’re still single, and you refuse to go out man-hunting.”
“Well, maybe that’s a good thing, me being single, because you know how long my shifts are,” Ravyn replied. “And plus, I’m only grumpy when it comes to open season with the interns flooding in like cicadas on my front lawn.”
“And so the other times it’s just your hormones speaking then?” asked Andrea.
“No, the interns from the previous open season are still here and as long as they learn to either grow or buy some brain cells, I will shoot them with a tranquiliser gun,” Ravyn answered. “And plus, when they do finally turn into doctors, *** forbid they ever will, they were better off at college, waking up with a hangover every single morning, rather than being in Josh’s office complaining about how I can do a job better than they can.”
“Or maybe, complaining about your attitude?” suggested Andrea. “Just saying, it can get out of hand sometimes, that’s all.”
“Oh, there’s always that possibility, but I’m going to have to stick to me doing their jobs for them in a more professional and appropriate manner,” replied Ravyn. “Well, I’m not going to waste my time and wait for my money to come walking back to me, in Rob’s back pocket, so I better get these x-rays back to ICU, before Jo interferes and mucks everything up.”
“I take it Jo hasn’t told you,” Andrea reminded herself about the new rumour flooding the hospital’s corridors.
“Jo doesn’t tell me what to do, I tell her what to do,” Ravyn replied. “And plus, she’s only the head of the nurses, a department which is over-funded for pathetic reasons. Didn’t radiology request for some more barium and Josh overruled it and instead continued to pump in more funds for the nurses?”
“Don’t you start on the nursing department,” ordered Andrea. “It’s bad enough I hear it from the guys down at the pharmacy.”
“I’m just thankful the ICU here is not as **** as the ones I’ve seen downtown,” replied Ravyn. “Anyway, what has Jo failed to tell me once again and tell me again, why do I have to believe it when I’m a superior doctor than Jo?”
“You’re getting an intern to play role model to,” replied Andrea, as Ravyn’s expression completely changed.
“It’s not April the first,” retorted Ravyn, briskly. “Josh has more decency to set me up with an intern for an open season.”