Saturday, March 15, 2008

Pursuing Mrs. Regrets - Ch. 7.2

Dr. Jamestown welcomed Royal into his office with a friendly smile. It wasn’t often that colleagues came to visit at his medical practice. They usually visited him at his stately home.

“Dr. Seeger, I must say that I’m privileged to finally make your acquaintance,” Dr. Jamestown said, beckoning him to a seat. “I’ve heard a lot of great things about you. It seems you have a promising future ahead of you.”

“Thank you, Dr. Jamestown. I am also pleased to meet you. You have left quite a track record in the medical community. Your accomplishments in the field of obstetrics are admirable,” Royal replied, sitting down in an expensive leather wing-back chair.

This room was noticeably different from the rest of the outdated building. It had up-to-date computer equipment, top-of-the-line furnishings, the wallpaper was new, the carpet plush, and the curtains were made of silk.

Silk!

Royal fought not to frown at yet another red flag of Dr. Jamestown’s negligence, his sense of unbalance. Most caring physicians put more time and effort into making their patients feel just as comfortable as them in their medical practices, especially if those patients were pregnant women.

Oblivious to Royal’s hidden disapproval, Dr. Jamestown smiled with pride at the compliment he’d been given. He clearly liked having his ego stroked. “Now that we’ve gotten the pleasantries aside, what can I do for you today?” he asked, looking ready to open his vault for the young man with the golden tongue.

“Well, I was hoping to discuss Delia Valentine’s file with you. There are some things in it that puzzle me.” As Royal spoke, he reached into the silver briefcase he had with him and pulled out copies of documents from Delia’s medical file.

Dr. Jamestown’s green eyes instantly narrowed, first at Royal and then at the papers that were promptly slid his way. “What exactly are you so puzzled about? Puzzled enough to make a trip all the way to another state,” he replied, returning his gaze to the young man sitting across from him. No need to keep looking at those documents. Dr. Jamestown already knew exactly what was on them.

“I’m glad you asked.” Then Royal wasted no time talking about the damage to Delia’s genitalia. He also talked about a slight discrepancy in her file that indicated that she’d given birth to four children instead of the three she’d named on the patient questionnaire form in Royal’s London Bridge office.

Dr. Jamestown’s mouth tightened. He clasped both hands together on his desk in a tight grasp. Normally he didn’t mind discussing a former patient, but why did it have to be this one? Why did it have to be a patient with secrets attached to her?

That’s what I get for putting my trust in others, Dr. Jamestown mused, mentally kicking himself for not being more meticulous with his staff. One of his former nurses had obviously documented Delia’s first pregnancy without his knowledge. Why? He didn’t know.

One look down at the papers in front of him and Dr. Jamestown saw exactly which nurse was the culprit – Charlize Cole. Or rather Charlize Newark now that she was married.

She always was a do-gooder, Dr. Jamestown recalled, now wishing he could take back all those glowing recommendations he’d issued on Charlize’s behalf over the years. But that was neither here nor there now. Right now, he needed to find a way out of this latest mess.

© 2008 by Suprina Frazier

2 comments:

Subrina said...

What is going on?....What happened to the other child?...Oooo Suprina you're throwing me for a loop...lol...Keep up the good work gurl!!!!

Suprina said...

Subrina: lol. I knew that would get your goat (so to speak). Read the next post and find out the answers to your questions.

Suprina