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Authors: D. Nichole King
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isn’t he doing something to fix her?
I’m sick of waiting for him. He’s had enough time. I may not know much about medicine, but I’m pretty damn sure that jacking her up on all these drugs is a shock to her system. Doc of the Year has spoken with the Browdys numerous times, but now I want answers.
I round the corner to the hallway that leads to his office. The door is cracked open, so I have no doubt he’s in there. The thought pisses me off even more. He’s a fucking oncologist. His job is to heal his patients, not sit on his ass in his damn office.
I shove the door open without knocking. As predicted, he’s behind his desk, staring at his computer screen. He glances up and wipes his brow like he’s been expecting this confrontation. Placing both hands on his desk, I lean forward.
“What’s wrong with Kate? Why haven’t you woken her up?” I demand.
He’s got the calm doctor thing going on, which only fuels the fire in me. He removes his glasses like he has all the time in the goddamn world.
“Damian, you know I can’t—”
I pound my hands on the wood. “I’m not in the mood for your doctor-patient confidentiality bullshit. Kate’s obviously not out of the woods if you have a fucking nurse stationed in her room.”
“Son, the rules have already been bent for you. You’ve been told more than you should about her situation, and I haven’t said anything about you staying in her room all night,” he says.
“Gee, thank you, king of the universe.”
“But,” he continues, ignoring me, “I can’t discuss this with you, no matter how much you care about her.”
“This isn’t about me.”
His eyebrows perk up. “Isn’t it?”
I don’t hesitate. “No. It’s about Kate. All the drugs she’s on are destroying her body.” I have no right to question my dad’s medical expertise, but I’m confident in my stance. I have to know that Kate will be okay.
He nods, like he’s actually considering what I said. “I know what I’m doing, son.”
“So why the hell are you holed up in here?” I push.
“What do you want me to do, Damian? Stand over her bed? I’ve been here at the hospital twenty-four-seven since I admitted her. I’m keeping a close eye on her, despite what you think. She’s been my patient for seven years, and I want nothing more than to see her walk out of this hospital cancer-free.” He’s losing his cool some. Good.
“Then what are you doing to make that happen?” My voice dips low. I came for answers, and god damn it, I’m going to get them!
“Everything I can,” he says through gritted teeth. He’s trying to keep his composure, but he’s beginning to fray.
I shake my head, annoyed. “It’s not good enough. It’s been six days. Six days and she hasn’t even batted an eyelash!”
Now I’ve really gotten to him. He shoots out of his chair. “You need to let me do my job and stop questioning me. What is Kate to you, anyway? Because I’ll be damned if I allow you to use her like you use Ellie. Kate’s sick, Damian.”
I’m shaking now. How dare he insinuate that I’m using her? I pick up a paperweight and hurl it at a fake Monet painting behind me. The glass shatters, and I spin around to face my father again.
“Fuck you!” I spit out.
“I know Ellie’s father was admitted a few days ago. I also know that you met up with her.” He steps out from behind his desk. Close enough for me to throw a punch into his face.
His voice lowers, his eyes drilling into me. “Let me tell you something, son. You’d better figure things out, because when Kate wakes up, you have a choice to make. She merits every happiness, and if you can’t give her that, you need to walk away.”
When she wakes up?
I have no reply to the rest of what he said. I don’t want him to know that he’s right. I’ll end up fucking this up somehow.
I take a step toward him, glaring at him. He doesn’t budge. I’m still pissed, but I got the answer I came for. Kate will
I’m sick of waiting for him. He’s had enough time. I may not know much about medicine, but I’m pretty damn sure that jacking her up on all these drugs is a shock to her system. Doc of the Year has spoken with the Browdys numerous times, but now I want answers.
I round the corner to the hallway that leads to his office. The door is cracked open, so I have no doubt he’s in there. The thought pisses me off even more. He’s a fucking oncologist. His job is to heal his patients, not sit on his ass in his damn office.
I shove the door open without knocking. As predicted, he’s behind his desk, staring at his computer screen. He glances up and wipes his brow like he’s been expecting this confrontation. Placing both hands on his desk, I lean forward.
“What’s wrong with Kate? Why haven’t you woken her up?” I demand.
He’s got the calm doctor thing going on, which only fuels the fire in me. He removes his glasses like he has all the time in the goddamn world.
“Damian, you know I can’t—”
I pound my hands on the wood. “I’m not in the mood for your doctor-patient confidentiality bullshit. Kate’s obviously not out of the woods if you have a fucking nurse stationed in her room.”
“Son, the rules have already been bent for you. You’ve been told more than you should about her situation, and I haven’t said anything about you staying in her room all night,” he says.
“Gee, thank you, king of the universe.”
“But,” he continues, ignoring me, “I can’t discuss this with you, no matter how much you care about her.”
“This isn’t about me.”
His eyebrows perk up. “Isn’t it?”
I don’t hesitate. “No. It’s about Kate. All the drugs she’s on are destroying her body.” I have no right to question my dad’s medical expertise, but I’m confident in my stance. I have to know that Kate will be okay.
He nods, like he’s actually considering what I said. “I know what I’m doing, son.”
“So why the hell are you holed up in here?” I push.
“What do you want me to do, Damian? Stand over her bed? I’ve been here at the hospital twenty-four-seven since I admitted her. I’m keeping a close eye on her, despite what you think. She’s been my patient for seven years, and I want nothing more than to see her walk out of this hospital cancer-free.” He’s losing his cool some. Good.
“Then what are you doing to make that happen?” My voice dips low. I came for answers, and god damn it, I’m going to get them!
“Everything I can,” he says through gritted teeth. He’s trying to keep his composure, but he’s beginning to fray.
I shake my head, annoyed. “It’s not good enough. It’s been six days. Six days and she hasn’t even batted an eyelash!”
Now I’ve really gotten to him. He shoots out of his chair. “You need to let me do my job and stop questioning me. What is Kate to you, anyway? Because I’ll be damned if I allow you to use her like you use Ellie. Kate’s sick, Damian.”
I’m shaking now. How dare he insinuate that I’m using her? I pick up a paperweight and hurl it at a fake Monet painting behind me. The glass shatters, and I spin around to face my father again.
“Fuck you!” I spit out.
“I know Ellie’s father was admitted a few days ago. I also know that you met up with her.” He steps out from behind his desk. Close enough for me to throw a punch into his face.
His voice lowers, his eyes drilling into me. “Let me tell you something, son. You’d better figure things out, because when Kate wakes up, you have a choice to make. She merits every happiness, and if you can’t give her that, you need to walk away.”
When she wakes up?
I have no reply to the rest of what he said. I don’t want him to know that he’s right. I’ll end up fucking this up somehow.
I take a step toward him, glaring at him. He doesn’t budge. I’m still pissed, but I got the answer I came for. Kate will
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