Script doctor ( English Version )

Novelette in the Gazette

    Dr Simon Lejeune shakes hand with the writer. Laura Vosgen delivers a kind smile while Dr Cate Beckett advances towards the two, agreeing to continue the visit. Proudly she announces the emergency department when the three pushes the door of another hallway. This one was painted in a warm white, underlined with a red line. But she could not discern easily their color because of the lack of visibility, itself filled with the overflowing mass of patients and red uniforms. 

Beckett tried to make a way between stretchers, patients on the ground, lost interns, those who ran, those who screamed with pain or fright, or both. Vosgen displayed a quiet face. Nor she did not feel the tension, nor she wasn't afraid. She had sense a presence in the noise. A familiar voice. She turns back, searching for a hint. Found.

" Don't stop applying this on your scar. I'll be back soon, and bring some help ! Okay ? " 

Dr Rebecca Smith gives a large smile at the hurt kid, followed by her mother, concerned. Her pager rings perpetually, waking her up and make her move. She notices Laura. 

" .. Are you listening ? "

Dr Cate Beckett pulls on her cheek. Laura yells. 

" Where you at ? We have work, come on.. What are you staring at ?! "

She had an eye focused on Dr Smith, helping. But forced to follow Dr Beckett, Laura finds herself absorbed by the tensed attraction. Rebecca sweeps off the corridor with a shy glance. She finds herself concentrated on the blue sweater. 

Laura did not seem afraid. In fact, Rebecca admires - with a pinch of shame when thinking about it - her lack of fear, more her dedication for contact with the most hurt. She asked in a fugitive thought how could she face it, in this pandemonium. She seemed to tame this tumult meekly gently.

" This way, please. " 

    They entered in another space.

For the sake of authenticity and sincerity, the writer asked a special service to Dr Cate Beckett. The dull whit walls had given way to whitewashed tiled walls. The tensed atmosphere is highly reinforced by a strong smell of disinfectant, bleach, perhaps latex, or a discreet and singular perfume of wet iron. The score of odors ideally stuck to an umpteenth choreography of blue monochrome uniforms. Images shot fast in short time as Vosgen slowly took notes without a advancing a single word. Indeed, her reaction was suggestive of her feeling with regard to the work. It was not the assured gestures, nor the contracted or worried glances but mostly the will of everyone to make a difference. To save a live. Observing the fate of a man in between these gloved hands fascinated her. Through the window in the sterilization room, Vosgen noted the major issue. To allow authenticity in her writing, she had asked Madam Eldestein the permission to watch such performance. 

Dr Rebecca Smith pushes the door, gloved hands raised and masked. The author remarks her, imperturbable. This was not her first case. Maybe she had seen in the early morning more corpses than livings. Face down on the table, she replaces the led light over the body, lighting the new sketch in progress. Intonations, actions, were a form of rhythm. Laura Vosgen had stopped imagining. Dr Cate Beckett perceives in this behavior a form of dedication. A passion. 

" I usually live for passionate ones. "

Cate looks. A smile underlines her amusement. How could she understand her thinking ? Could she read in her mind ? 

" I got it. Rebecca is truly admired by all for her ambition and devotion.

- I heard she was one of the best student in surgery, relative to emergency.

- Yes. She is trying to specialize. And at the same time, she is working for her thesis.

- She's a writer.

- May I correct, she is a student. You're the writer here.

- Thanks.

- Don't take it for a compliment. Most doctors think you're a fraud, a freak, or a mess.

- Or three in all. A great package. "

Dr Cate Beckett senses her pager through her pocket and leaves. Dr Rebecca Smith comes in and exchanges role. 

" What are you doing in here ? Aren't you supposed to be visiting the neurosurgery division ?

- I did. I asked Madam Eldestein to check this one instead. I thought the issue more interesting.

- Fine, what takes you to be closer with me.. I thought you were more into plastic surgery because of your concern for superficiality.

- Darling, please, we all know well your fetichism for broken hearts. After all these years, shouldn't you be a cardiologist ? Not to mention you're the superficial between us.

- I am superficial ? Oh, really ? And us ?

- Just saying.." 

Laura prefers to escape. 

Dr Smith takes off her gloves in a snap. The smart brief debate had put her in a good mood. In fact, her seriousness had turned into a febrile smirk. Her pager rungs. She sighs. Jacob and Isaac laughs behind a cart. They have been watching the scene in front row. Surprisingly, Rebecca did not heard these two giggling and commenting on the subtile scene. 

" What ?

- Lisa asking you. Dr Audrey Martin launches when rearranging the iron sterilized trays, soaked in a bleach smell. 

- Why ?

- I am thinking of ... secret admirer thing. Dr Jennifer Stilton adds in the similar row. " 

Rebecca offers a grunt of boredom as she walks away. She almost awaken an old lady in her wheelchair. Madam Eldestein pops up from one of the artery of the hospital. She greets a doctor passing before waving at the concerned puzzled.

" You wanted to see me, Lisa ?

- Yes ! I was just informing you of Vosgen's situation. She asked for staying, exploring the departments so she could write her first draft entirely here. 

- What ? I beg your pardon.

- Oh ? She did not tell you ? Vosgen will write, I offered my office.

- What ? Are you insane !?

- No. I am a fan, I have to admit..

- ..Oh, please, Rebecca cuts in a louder tone of exaggeration, exasperation.

- Plus, she proved her desire to involve here !

- She is a writer ! Not a student. And how could she be involve in this hospital.. Oh I guess, with all the fuss and rumors..

- She has a lot to learn because we have a lot to offer ! 

- We ?! Don't count me in. 

- Rebecca, stop acting like this. I am well aware of your feelings.

- My feelings have changed.

- Did they ? To me, you're looking particularly influenced. "

A silence catches suddenly her breath and attention. Lisa stares at her friendly employee, crossing arms and smiling. A smirk of victory for the last word she used. Rebecca had stopped playing for a while. She is considering another solution, to resolve the enigma.