The patient at room 532 was a college student named Annie. I decided in case that Dr. Turner was not able to make the diagnosis and sent Annie to coma, it would be wise that I diagnosed her case beforehand.
And for later, send Dr. Turner back to whatever place she came from. If she wouldn't be able to do it, Edenbrook, especially the Diagnostic Team was no place for her.
When I was in my Med School, we had a teacher who would parallel in levels of Adolf Hitler. He was absolute no-nonsense, straight to the point and a person who you will always keep in mind. His teaching and techniques were great help to my career. And he always used to say, until and unless you did it yourself, you'll never learn.
I made the diagnosis and then printed out the chart of medication list.
The analyser worked on its own, delaying the cruel results which would be displayed later.
I made myself busy with the ever pending cases of Edenbrook to pass time. I also thought about my second book. It's been a month since I had decided that it was about time I would publish my next book on Internal Medicine. I started writing and then a week later, suffered from writer's block and now it was just lying like that, no more words being added towards the scientific advancements and achieved paragraphs.
My first book was mainly a repository for basic principles and detection of various diseases and disorders currently listed in the world. That was all in that and I would never make a sequel for that. It was even absurd to think that a sequel would be in picture. Harper had once asked me about a follow up and I had given her a look.
I wanted my next book to be about...rare diseases. Rarest of the rare and in the epigraph, I would add the potential therapeutic measures for them. Rare diseases only affected a small population in the world and sometimes was only endemic to certain regions. They were mainly genetic disorders and non-transmissible...not to mention incurable. I had started the work on the rarest disease in the world, which was Ribose-5 phosphate Isomerase deficiency or RPID. It's a mouthful, I knew but so far in the world from the last three decades among the population of 7.4 billion, only three individuals have had this.
When I was in my sophomore year, the news of this RPID broke out. And this led me to write my first paper, on ataxia. Because ataxia was a primary potential prognosis for RPID.
My phone rang, breaking me from the thoughts. I laid the papers on the table and checked the iphone to see the caller. And the first smile of the day broke on my face. I picked up the call and immediately a cheerful female voice filled in.
"Ethan! I hope this is good time!" the Mexican accent was inevitable.
I shook my head, "Even though it wasn't, I would dare not to not pick up your call, Dolores."
"Always the charmer, aren't we. By the way, little tadpole says hi!"
I leaned back in my chair and replied, "How are you both, doing the checkups weekly?"
"Yes yes. Never refuse the words of Dr. Ethan Ramsey." She giggled, "I am on my way from Minneapolis. Alma and Nina Imra were not ready to let me go. They packed me to stay with them till the delivery but I couldn't. I have work and my boss would refuse the maternity leave at sixth month."
Dolores Hudson was an exuberant lady. Not to mention my best friend, here at Boston. She was one of the only two people about whom I gave a damn about....were three when Harper was with me, but now...just because she wasn't, shouldn't I still care about her? After all, I, somewhere during these years, really felt for her.
I closed my eyes, pushing her thoughts from my mind and replacing them with my friend's.
Dolores was my first, my debut, my premier patient when I was an intern at Edenbrook. She was with a ruptured appendix when she was brought in and was more in a freakshow than me. I was mildly surprised why was she so worried about her case. The patients wouldn't always realize what was actually wrong with them. The reaction generation was automatic. But on the other hand, I was the doctor. I could never feel the pain they were feeling and dealing on the inside.
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Ethan- An Open Heart Story
FanfictionSpin-off of Open Heart, the sensation which has won over everyone brings you the story of the hero the world wants to hear. Everything was normal for Dr. Ethan Ramsey, as normal as he had wished since he had left the other side of him behind and so...