contents onto a plate, zapped it in the microwave and pulled up a stool. Rachel poured them both a glass of wine.
Rachel ran her finger around the rim of the glass when Leo pushed away his plate, the last piece of meat still remaining. “We should go to bed early,” she said.
Leo eyed her - her aqua eyes, summer highlights, and open neck white blouse. He stood and came close, unbuttoning the top buttons of her shirt and running his hand down into her cleavage. When he brought his hand out, he undid his zipper, put his hand on her head and pushed her down. With his other hand, he greedily pushed himself into her mouth. When the pressure on her head abated, Rachel finally got up off her knees. Leo’s lust was becoming lecherous. She went to bed and after an hour, he came walking into the bedroom, his last cigarette of the day dangling from his lips.
“Did you have fun playing Mommy today?” Leo asked, getting on the bed.
Rachel felt the hair on her neck rise from annoyance, but perhaps she misread him and his gruff tone. “I did. I’m still working the day after tomorrow, though, and Julia is staying home after all. There was a change in plans. I know you’ll look after her just fine for me. Is that okay?”
Leo propped his bare arm behind his head, leaned against the pillow, and sneered. “She’s not a problem. After all, it’s like having a part of you here with me.” He dragged what he could out of the end of his smoke and squashed it out on an adjacent ash tray.
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The hallways of 4 East bustled with activity and it wasn’t even shift change. Another doc made rounds as a staff member followed her with a rolling cart stacked with bulky charts. It was mostly The Neurosurgery Group of Middle Tennessee’s hospital wing, but a few general surgery patients took up beds and other doctors came by for consults after their office hours. Danny nodded at the general surgeon as she passed and then settled at the nurses station to get the charts he needed. Before seeing Harold, his patients came first. He hoped the internist had been by to see Mr. Neal.
“Hi, Linda,” Danny said, eyeing the name tag on the nurse’s scrubs. “Is Peggy here?”
“No, Dr. Tilson. I’m one of the part-timers. She’s out sick.”
“That’s too bad. I hope she gets better.”
“Me too. I don’t want more hours if nursing gets more short of help.”
“I understand. Do you know where Mr. Neal’s chart is?”
She nodded and took a few arthritic steps away to a dictating desk. She came back and handed Danny the chart. “Dr. Patogue came by to see him.”
“Thanks.” Danny sat and flipped to the newest progress note. He scanned the doc’s reiteration of Troy Neal’s admission diagnosis and hospital synopsis. The last few lines described a two by two inch broken down skin sore on the patient’s buttocks. Along with Mr. Neal’s recurrent fever and failing hospital course, Dr. Patogue thought he may be septic and had ordered a work up. He planned on starting him on new I.V. antibiotics.
Danny hurried into Troy’s room with Linda lagging behind. His patient’s scrawny hands lay over his abdomen. They didn’t move when Danny approached him.
“I guess we’re still not unwrapping your head bandages,” Danny said, “until I get another CT of your head to make sure we’re cleared up in there. Now you’ve got another problem to contend with. Or perhaps it’s been the real culprit the last few days.” Danny grinned at him, but Mr. Neal only put a frown on his lips. His face was more drawn and he sputtered a few coughs.
“What’s sep tic, Doc?” Troy asked between breaths. “That other doctor told me but hell if I knew what he was talking about.” He pointed at his abdomen like he was going to vomit, but then coughed and spit out phlegm into a tissue.
“It means you have an infection in your blood stream.” It didn’t make an impression, so Danny added, “It can be a serious medical
Rachel ran her finger around the rim of the glass when Leo pushed away his plate, the last piece of meat still remaining. “We should go to bed early,” she said.
Leo eyed her - her aqua eyes, summer highlights, and open neck white blouse. He stood and came close, unbuttoning the top buttons of her shirt and running his hand down into her cleavage. When he brought his hand out, he undid his zipper, put his hand on her head and pushed her down. With his other hand, he greedily pushed himself into her mouth. When the pressure on her head abated, Rachel finally got up off her knees. Leo’s lust was becoming lecherous. She went to bed and after an hour, he came walking into the bedroom, his last cigarette of the day dangling from his lips.
“Did you have fun playing Mommy today?” Leo asked, getting on the bed.
Rachel felt the hair on her neck rise from annoyance, but perhaps she misread him and his gruff tone. “I did. I’m still working the day after tomorrow, though, and Julia is staying home after all. There was a change in plans. I know you’ll look after her just fine for me. Is that okay?”
Leo propped his bare arm behind his head, leaned against the pillow, and sneered. “She’s not a problem. After all, it’s like having a part of you here with me.” He dragged what he could out of the end of his smoke and squashed it out on an adjacent ash tray.
----------
The hallways of 4 East bustled with activity and it wasn’t even shift change. Another doc made rounds as a staff member followed her with a rolling cart stacked with bulky charts. It was mostly The Neurosurgery Group of Middle Tennessee’s hospital wing, but a few general surgery patients took up beds and other doctors came by for consults after their office hours. Danny nodded at the general surgeon as she passed and then settled at the nurses station to get the charts he needed. Before seeing Harold, his patients came first. He hoped the internist had been by to see Mr. Neal.
“Hi, Linda,” Danny said, eyeing the name tag on the nurse’s scrubs. “Is Peggy here?”
“No, Dr. Tilson. I’m one of the part-timers. She’s out sick.”
“That’s too bad. I hope she gets better.”
“Me too. I don’t want more hours if nursing gets more short of help.”
“I understand. Do you know where Mr. Neal’s chart is?”
She nodded and took a few arthritic steps away to a dictating desk. She came back and handed Danny the chart. “Dr. Patogue came by to see him.”
“Thanks.” Danny sat and flipped to the newest progress note. He scanned the doc’s reiteration of Troy Neal’s admission diagnosis and hospital synopsis. The last few lines described a two by two inch broken down skin sore on the patient’s buttocks. Along with Mr. Neal’s recurrent fever and failing hospital course, Dr. Patogue thought he may be septic and had ordered a work up. He planned on starting him on new I.V. antibiotics.
Danny hurried into Troy’s room with Linda lagging behind. His patient’s scrawny hands lay over his abdomen. They didn’t move when Danny approached him.
“I guess we’re still not unwrapping your head bandages,” Danny said, “until I get another CT of your head to make sure we’re cleared up in there. Now you’ve got another problem to contend with. Or perhaps it’s been the real culprit the last few days.” Danny grinned at him, but Mr. Neal only put a frown on his lips. His face was more drawn and he sputtered a few coughs.
“What’s sep tic, Doc?” Troy asked between breaths. “That other doctor told me but hell if I knew what he was talking about.” He pointed at his abdomen like he was going to vomit, but then coughed and spit out phlegm into a tissue.
“It means you have an infection in your blood stream.” It didn’t make an impression, so Danny added, “It can be a serious medical
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