Yours Truly by Abby Jimenez EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Abby Jimenez
- Language: English
- Formats: PDF / EPUB
- Status: Available For Free Download
- Genre: Contemporary Women Fiction
- Price: Free
- File Size: 2 MB
- Publish Date: April 11, 2023
Briana
They’re calling him Dr. Death.”
Jocelyn stood, peering at me dramatically from beyond the nurses’ station
where I sat at my computer charting my patients.
I glanced up at her over my screen and rolled my eyes. “Give him a
break,” I said, typing in my notes. “The guy’s been here all of eleven hours.
It’s his first day.”
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“That’s the point,” she whispered. “He has a hundred percent kill rate.”
I scoffed but didn’t look back up. “You cannot call him that. We don’t
need patients hearing nurses whispering about a Dr. Death.”
“Can we call him Doctor D?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because Doctor D sounds like a penis thing.”
She huffed. “Okay, but seriously. Somebody should look into this. Six
patients dead?”
I checked my watch. “We work in an ER, Jocelyn. It’s not entirely
unheard of.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be chief of emergency medicine? Isn’t it your job
to investigate stuff like this?”
I did a final tap into my computer and looked up at her. “Dr. Gibson hasn’t
retired yet and the board hasn’t voted on his replacement, so no, it’s not my
job.”
“But it will be. You’re totally going to get it. Don’t you think you should
dress for the job you want and stop the carnage?” She stood back and crossed
her arms.
I could feel the eyes of a dozen other unseen nurses peering at me from
around the floor. Jocelyn was sent as an ambassador. Once the nurses latched
on to something, they weren’t letting go. This poor guy. He was not going to
like it here.
I let out a long sigh. “The first patient was a ninety-six-year-old with a bad
heart. The second one was an eighty-nine-year-old stroke victim who had a
DNR. There was a car accident crush injury—I got a peek at the X-rays, and
nobody but God could have saved that man. Patient four was a gunshot
wound to the head, which I don’t need to remind you is ninety percent fatal.
The victim was comatose with no evidence of brain stem function upon
arrival. Five was a cancer patient on hospice, and six was so septic he was
practically dead when he got here.” I looked her in the eye. “Not. His. Fault.
Sometimes it happens.”
She pressed her lips into a line. “Sometimes. But not on your first day,”
she pointed out.
I had to agree with that. The odds were a little low. But still.
“Just…send all the new patients to me, okay?” I said a little wearily. “He
only has another hour. And no Dr. Death. Please.”
She gave me a look. “He’s rude, you know.”
“How is he rude?” I asked.
“He told Hector to put his phone in his locker. You never make us put our
phones away.”
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