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Dr. Jackson wanted to throw code of conduct out the window and address Mr. Dorsey in a manner fitting for his insolence, but restrained himself. He also felt it would be pointless or even unwise to speak any further to him about the rare enzyme he had found in Myla’s blood. Possibly Mrs. Dorsey would be reasonable and listen, but how…
“I’ve already arranged to have her transferred to Ceders-Sinai Hospital. They’re sending over transportation now,” said Mr. Dorsey. “Put all your theories and conjecture in you report and send it along with her.” With that, he spun and walked out of his office.
‘How convenient,’ thought Dr. Jackson. ‘Maybe I can reason with Mrs. Dorsey’.
“Myla has been under psychiatric care for several years, but it’s clear your talking about something different than Azberger’s,” said Mrs. Dorsey.
“Yes I am,” he answered, waiting to see how she would react.
“I don’t believe in the paranormal,” she said as she rose to her feet. “Or maybe I’m afraid to.”
She looked around his office at his many certificates framed and hung neatly on the walls.
“I don’t doubt your qualifications and skills as a physician, but I’m satisfied with the health care Myla has been receiving with her psychiatrist.”
“Mrs. Dorsey, if I could have just a few more minutes.”
“Thank you doctor for treating Myla.”
She laid the sheet on his desk and walked out of his office.
Dr. Jackson sat starring at ‘Can See’. It seemed that the words floated off the page and faded away.
Heather had found a seat next to the door. She sat as though she would bolt out of the building if someone said ‘boo’. . When Mr. Dorsey returned to the waiting room, she leaned away from the door until he passed. He sat across the room without acknowledging her. She looked out into the emergency waiting area and saw an opportunity to possibly score some points with him. Reluctantly, she went to him and whispered something in his ear.
He rose and returned to the emergency room once again.
“I understand you officers are doing the report on an auto accident in which this young ladies vehicle was struck by a black male driver,” said Mr. Dorsey. Heather flanked him with a victim’s look on her face.
The older officer turned to Heather, who winked at him. He did his best to suppress a smile, but blew his cover when his cheeks turned rosy. He regained his composure.