Doctor's Orders. Jessica Andersen

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      To Denise Zaza and Allison Lyons for always

      encouraging me to dig deeper.

      Chapter One

      “I’m sorry, Doctor, but Ms. Dulbecco died early this morning.” On the phone, the nurse’s voice softened. “Did you know her personally?”

      Mandy Sparks gripped the handset tightly and turned her back on the chaos of the Emergency Services Department, so her coworkers—or one coworker in particular—wouldn’t see how badly the news had upset her. She looked down, and her long blond hair fell forward past her face, forming another barrier between her and the rest of Boston General. “I didn’t know her well. She was a patient, that’s all.”

      But to Mandy there was no “that’s all” about it. As far as she was concerned, every case was special, every injury or illness a personal battle.

      “She went peacefully,” the nurse offered, as though that made a difference. And in a way, it did. Mandy hadn’t been able to pinpoint the cause of Irene Dulbecco’s pain, but she’d been able to make the forty-something mother of two more comfortable. She’d gotten Irene stabilized, and had sent her upstairs to the Urgent Care Department, where her husband and kids could visit more easily. Then, Mandy had gone home and crashed for six hours of badly needed sleep.

      Logically she knew the staff members in Urgent Care were the best at what they did, but now she wondered if things would’ve gone differently if she’d stayed.

      “If there’s nothing else, Doctor…” the nurse said, drawing out the last word to indicate that it was time for her to move on to the next call.

      It wasn’t just her, either. The prevailing motto at BoGen these days seemed to be “move ’em in and push ’em out, and don’t get emotionally attached,” which Mandy found more than a little disturbing. Or maybe she was painting everyone else with a brush that belonged strictly to the department head, Parker Radcliff.

      As far as she was concerned, Radcliff pretty much embodied the word disturbing.

      “That’s all,” Mandy finally said into the phone. “Thanks for—” She broke off when the nurse disconnected before she’d finished, but kept the phone pressed to her ear for a moment longer, in order to buy herself some time to regroup.

      I shouldn’t have come back here, she thought, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose in an effort to delay the incipient headache. I should’ve taken the job in Michigan.

      Unfortunately the smaller hospital in Ann Arbor had lacked the clout of Boston General, and Mandy needed at least another eighteen months of top-flight E.R. experience and a solid recommendation if she wanted a shot at winning next year’s Meade Fellowship. With good E.R. openings in short supply, she’d been very lucky that her previous employment at BoGen had automatically moved her ahead of the other applicants.

      Now, though, barely a month into her second stint at the hospital, she was starting to think she’d made a big mistake.

      “Are you going to stand there listening to the dial tone all morning, Dr. Sparks?” Radcliff’s voice said unexpectedly from directly behind her, interrupting her thoughts with the sarcasm he seemed to save just for her. “Or were you planning on seeing patients at some point today?”

      Mandy stiffened, but forced herself not СКАЧАТЬ