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seem worse. She felt Sabine tense beside her and knew her best friend was coiled and ready to spring at any moment.
    Before she could defend themselves, Dr. Webster surprised her by looking at Dick in disgust.  “Just stop talking.  I don’t know your name yet and right now; I don’t want to know it.  Not having your fellow doctors’ backs tells me all I need to know about you at the moment.  You better learn pretty damn fast that you need to work as a team around here if you want to be accepted.  Go and gather up the charts for rooms 17B, 22C, 4A, 33B.  You can re-join us on our rounds.  Since I didn’t see you write those room numbers down, I hope you have a good memory. The first thing you’ll all learn about me is I do not repeat myself.  Remember that and we’ll get along fine. And another thing, if you ever call me ma’am again, you’ll be doing chart prep in the ER for the rest of the year. Now, let’s get moving, we’ve got rounds and we’re behind.”
    Dick’s stare bordered on hateful as he glared at Athena before hurrying off to do as he was instructed.
    “I don’t want to know the excuses.  Just understand that if you’re late again or do anything else to make me look bad in front of the Chief or my peers, you won’t be so lucky as to just get stuck on chart prep in the ER.  That goes for all of you,” Webster added, letting her green eyes fall on each of them.
    They followed her down the hall to the first patient room and Athena couldn’t help the small amount of pride that began to rise up in her.  She was about to walk into her first patient room as a doctor, a doctor that could possibly end up operating on this patient if she was lucky enough to scrub in. Everything she’d worked for was about to start coming true.
    Stepping inside behind the other interns, her heart sank when she saw the patient she was so excited about possibly cutting into was no more than a child.  A five or six-year-old boy lay in the too-white bed, his complexion pale and his small body hooked up to far too many machines.
    “Sebastian Harris, age five.  Admitted overnight with shortness of breath.  How are you two doing today, Mrs. Harris?” Webster addressed the slim woman leaning over the boy.  The dark circles under her eyes and the protective way she hovered indicated this was Sebastian’s mother.
    “Hi, Dr. Webster.  We’re hanging in, aren’t we, Sebastian?” Her smile was full of love but her eyes held her fear.  Fear that she’d lose her child before he really got a chance to live.  “You have quite the entourage today,” she commented, her eyes darting nervously over the group of interns crowded into the room.
    “They’re interns, pay them no mind.” A deep voice answered from the door. The bodies shuffled and made way for the man as he shouldered his way through.  He walked to Mrs. Harris and put a hand on her shoulder and then ruffled Sebastian’s blond hair.
    “Good morning, champ.  Got an update on the scores for me?” Athena’s mouth dropped as she recognized the man in the white coat.  It was the douche from that morning that had nearly ran over her and Sabine.  Now he was here in the same patient room as them.  Was he an intern?  No, he was too old for that.  A resident?  Too authoritative for that.  Oh, God. Please, no.  He can’t be...
    Sebastian answered the douche’s question before she got a chance to finish her thought.  “Dr. O’Reilly!  The Yankees were down by three runs in the 8th, but they came back to win in the bottom of the 9th.  You owe me ten minutes outside today.  You promised.”
    “Okay, kid.  We’ll talk,” he smiled once more at him and then turned to address the interns. “I’m Dr. Cian O’Reilly, Chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery.   Who can tell me based on the symptoms you’ve observed so far why Sebastian has been admitted?” The room fell dead quiet; no one brave enough to answer.
    His eyes locked with hers, his