for you.â
Dorothy snorted. âDarned right itâs stressful. My poor son is lying in there not able to talkââ she pointed dramatically toward the Intensive Care Unit, and her voice wobbled ââand not one person is doing anything about it. As far as I can tell, nobody even cares.â
Kate had to bite her tongue hard in order to keep from telling Dorothy that she was totally wrong, that the entire hospital was in an uproar. Specialists had been called in, and every physician, nurse, tech and aide was horrified at the series of events that had led to this emergency.
Everyone, down to the newest member of the cleaning staff, cared a great deal. But Kate knew that blocking Dorothyâs anger would only exacerbate it. Listening and sharing information were tried-and-true ways to defuse that anger, difficult as they were.
Now Georgia OâConnor stepped toward Kate, and she sounded more worried than angry. âCould you find out exactly whatâs going on with Tony? They asked us to leave because a couple of doctors were examining him, and the nurse said theyâd speak to us when they were done. They came out, but so far, nothing.â She drew in a shaky breath, obviously on the verge of tears. âWe just want toknow how heâs doing.â Her large brown eyes were filled with concern, her forehead creased in worried lines.
âAbsolutely,â Kate said. âIâll go now and check with the nurse, then Iâll come right back and let you know exactly what she says.â
Kate found four doctors grouped around the nursing station, and when she asked, they assured her that the chief was improving rapidly. She suggested that the family needed reassurance, and Dr. Clark agreed. He walked to the waiting room. Kate followed, listening quietly as the doctor, with admirable candor, explained the entire sequence of events to the OâConnor family without making a single excuse.
Dorothy interrupted repeatedly, her tone accusing, her manner confrontational, and Kate had to admire the way Clark listened with patience and forbearance and then each time quietly reiterated the fact that the patient was improving rapidly and it looked as if thereâd be no further side effects. Tony would remain in intensive care overnight, but there was every reason to believe heâd be back on his feet within a day or so, and the medical staff were doing everything in their power to help him recover.
âExactly what does that mean?â Wilson OâConnor demanded. âIt sounds as if my brotherâs at deathâs door already because of the incompetence of the staff around here.â
âWhatâs happened is unfortunate,â Clark said. âBut we really are doing our best for Tony, I assure you. I consider him a friend as well as a colleague.â
Tonyâs mother gave another snort. âWith friends like heâs got here at St. Josephâs, Iâd like to know who needs enemies.â
Dr. Clarkâs face flushed at this obvious insult and he gave a pointed glance at his watch, nodded to everyone and walked out of the room, murmuring excuses about being late for an appointment.
âCanât stand to hear the truth,â Dorothy said in a self-satisfied voice.
âActually, you were pretty rude to him, Mom.â Georgiaâs chin rose, and she returned her motherâs belligerent gaze. âHe was only trying to be helpful.â
âWell, we all know whose side youâre on, donât we?â Dorothyâs skin flushed magenta, and her eyes narrowed as she glared at her daughter. âJust because youâre hoping to be a doctor yourself doesnât mean you ought to defend something like this.â
Georgia swallowed and it was obvious she was holding back tears. âIâm on Tonyâs side. All I care about is that he gets better. I donât think laying blame on anybody is helpful.â
Kate silently
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