Doctors and Detectives

Chapter Two

Later that night, I wrote the data I got in the journal they gave me. We were all given journals and would evaluate them once I am done with the spectating thingy. They all have everything in common. I still do have to observe the strawberry-blonde doctor.

My communicator rang, as it receives a call from Pete.

"How is it?" He asked.

"The noob you're calling is not around." I added. "He hates Mondays. Maybe that's why he is not around for today."

"If I would be a doctor, I will really do the same." He teased as I heard a couple of papers flipping over. "What did you got?"

"The four have wives and kids; they seem that they're passionate with their job." I murmured, leaving a blank spot for the last doctor I should observe.

Dr. Patrick Martin Stump.

I check his personal data--single, graduate from a well-known medicine school from Chicago, and was known for his passion for his patients.

"Have you met this guy? Dr. Stump."

"No. Definitely not...I'll be down there in three minutes!" I heard Pete shout. I shook my head, Joe and Andy must know what to expect...for tomorrow.

"She's with you?" I teased.

"Yeah and she has plans for tonight. Plans, Y/N. Plans." He says cooly as a smirk plastered on my face.

I shook my head. "You're gonna get laid, Wentz."

"Definitely." He added.

"So I guess I'm interrupting your night, I'll just send e-mails about updates on that doctor."

"Thank you for the hard work." He murmurs. "I look forward on doing other businesses with you."

I chuckled. "Thanks Pete."

Then, everything became silent and found that he hanged up. What's wrong with "Thanks Pete"? I just wanted to thank him for what he is doing.

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The next day, I observed the doctors again. I gained the same data I have gathered from the previous days and if this wouldn't change or something, I would drop them down as suspected culprits.

After remembering that today's Tuesday, I immediately hitched myself from the third floor to the fifth floor.

This is what I hate in hospitals. As they were sometimes used as places for horror movies, my sensitivity to my surroundings increases as it makes me hear sounds that I was unable to distinguish if it was my mind or I heard it for real. Fifth floor is certainly quiet...and creepy.

I could feel my skin getting freaking goosebumps as shiver runs down my spine, making me shook my head.

The wards here are specialized for serious confinement of the patients. You'll see signs of "Reverse recovery. Visitors are not allowed" posted in doors. Truth is, this place feels like zombies will chase after you when you made a noise.

Abruptly, a hand landed on my shoulder, making me spun around, the folders in the air as they are ready to hit whoever's behind me.

"A-Are you okay?" Then, I recognized this doctor. I finally found him. I lower down the folders and clutched them to my chest.

"Just not a fan of suspense and horror movies," I murmured. "But I do watch them a lot," I added.

He just smiled at me and right at this moment, I don't know what to say. He raised a brow at me.

"Were you looking for someone?" He asked.  I look at his pin on the breast pocket of his lab gown, so that it would look that I am looking for him.

"Dr. Stump!" I acquisce. "Someone said that you also specialize in dermatology...that's why I am looking for you."

"Somehow, yes, I do." He snapped.

"I want to consult this." I said, presenting my callous and wounded hand. He takes it and touches several wounds.

"Use moisturizers...the most effective one is the Nivea Creme." He said with a smile.

"Thank you for the recommendation...uh, do you want me to buy you some lunch?"

"You don't have to do that to me." He said shyly, rubbing the back of his head. "I like talking to you, but I still have some things to do."

"Me too, doctor." I said, smiling sweetly at him.

"Excuse me." He said politely and went to one of the wards. I immediately raced to the elevator. Well, my meeting with him was awkward, compared with the other doctors.

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I spent my lunch break in a convenience store, a few blocks after the hospital. I wrote everything that I observed from Dr. Stump--polite and...sudden change of mood?

I remembered the time he found me wandering around, he was kinda shy that time. Then, from shy, his mood became serious and back to square one.

People change moods, even me.

I receive a message from Joe, containing the sensitive evidences and information from the community hospital's basement. They haven't cleared the stuff down there. I must check that place too.

Checking the strawberry-blonde's biodata, 75% of my senses feel that something's wrong with him. They don't share the same sentiment with me because they see Dr. Stump as young and innocent.

Or should I say innocent-faced. 

I picked up my stuff and started to head back to the hospital. I'm going to check the basement and whatever is unseen.