Darlene was another problem. For some reason, Lukas wanted to finish her himself.
“Okay, Mr. Little, I’ll send the nurse in with a shot for you.”
The man visibly relaxed. “It’s about time.”
Lukas had Beverly take a dose of Toradol to Mr. Little in room three while Lukas looked for and found the young man’s old chart at the central desk. Very interesting—eleven E.R. visits in four months, all for pain shots and pills. How many other area hospitals had records on him?
“Carol, please call the area emergency departments and check to see if Mr. Dwayne Little has visited them recently for pain medication.”
Carol raised a brow at him. “Yes, Doctor, but you know who he is, don’t you?”
“Yes. Thank you for your concern.”
Lukas returned to Darlene in room six.
She still wore her mask and the finger probe. Her O2 sat was still low, but better. Her arterial blood gas turned out to be better than Lukas had expected. He checked her breathing.
The wheezing was louder. Good. That meant more air movement. She was still working for her air, but she was holding her own.
“Well, Darlene, you’re doing better, but we’ve got a way to go yet. You’re still doing some inspiratory and expiratory wheezing. I can’t send you home like this.”
Her eyes grew wide. “Please, Doctor, don’t put me in the hospital. I can’t stay.”
“We’ll see. I want to give you a couple more treatments. How long have you been breathing this poorly?”
“Not quite a week. It didn’t get really bad until yesterday. I know I should have come in sooner, but I already feel much better.”
The woman was slightly more animated than she had been a few moments ago, but not much. Lukas would guess by the circles beneath her eyes that there were other things going on he hadn’t discovered yet. Stress could bring on an asthma attack, especially when exacerbated by lack of sleep.
“Dr. Bower,” came Beverly’s flustered voice from the doorway. She glanced at Darlene, then back at Lukas. “The patient refuses the shot.”
Lukas excused himself with Darlene and walked with Beverly to the central desk. “Of course he refuses the shot,” he said. “It’s not a narcotic. He probably requested Demerol.”
“His usual,” Beverly muttered.
“Please make a notation on your chart that pain relief was offered and he refused it. Did he give a reason?”
“Said he’d had it before and it upset his ulcer.” She looked around and lowered her voice. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to mess with this guy. He could cause a lot of trouble for all of us. I told you, I can’t afford to lose my job.”
“We could cause him a lot of trouble, too. It doesn’t change the treatment plan. There’s no record of ulcer history or medication. Time for our trump. Would you please call for Kaye to give Darlene another treatment? Then I need you to join me in room three. I need a witness.”
“For what?”
“You’ll see. Carol, what did you find out?”
The secretary bit her lip and glanced toward the room where Little waited. “He’s been to at least three different places several times each in the past two months.”
“Thank you. Call them back and warn them that he may be a drug seeker and he may be headed their way soon.”
While Beverly called for Kaye, Lukas filled out his part of the form he’d placed with Little’s chart earlier. They went together to room three.
“Mr. Little, so sorry to hear about your ulcer. Is it still giving you trouble?”
“That’s not what I’m here for,” the patient snapped.
“Sorry. You’re not allergic to morphine in any way, are you?”
The man couldn’t hide his surprise. “No.”
“Good. I think we can fix you right up.” Lukas couldn’t resist a glance at Beverly. She gaped at him in shock mixed with relief. He grinned. “First, Mr. Little, I have a form for you to sign.” He pulled out the sheet he’d just filled out and put it at the top of the papers on the clipboard. He placed it under Little’s nose. “I need you to read this over first, of course. It states that you are aware of the nature of the drugs I am going to give you, and that you understand the effects Narcan has on you if you are an addict. It will precipitate violent withdrawal symptoms, up to and including death.”
The man’s mouth flew open. “Narcan!”
“Yes. Maybe you’re familiar with it? It’s a narcotic antagonist. You’ll still get good pain relief from the morphine, but you will not have to put up with the resulting high. I was sure you would approve.” He pushed the sheet forward. “Your signature, Mr. Little.”
The man jumped from the bed. “You’re saying I’m a junkie!”
“Not at all. I’m saying that if you aren’t an addict, you should have no problem with this course of pain relief. If you do have a problem, we can get you into a drug treatment prog—”
Little stomped toward the door, shouldering Beverly aside. “I’m getting out of here. You people are crazy.” He turned back and pointed a finger at Lukas. “You won’t get away with this, Bower. Do you know who my father is?”
“Does your father know you’re here looking for drugs?”
Little swung away and stalked out of the hospital.
“Dr. Bower!” Beverly exclaimed. “You don’t listen very well.”
“He was a drug seeker. What did you want me to do?”
“He could get us both into a lot of trouble.”
“How can you get into trouble for doing your job and following the doctor’s orders?”
She stared at him, shaking her head. “Those shots could have killed that man.”
Lukas nodded. “Don’t worry. I’ve never had anyone take me up on the offer. Where do we keep the AMA forms? If he’s going to refuse medical advice, we need to fill one out, and we both need to sign it.”
Beverly stared at him a moment longer. “They’re at the central desk. I need to check on Darlene, so just have Carol get it out for me to sign later.”
Darlene’s numbers still weren’t up to acceptable levels when Lukas checked her again. She wheezed only upon expiration now—a good sign. But Lukas didn’t yet feel comfortable.
“I feel so much better, Doctor,” Darlene said. Healthy pink tinged her cheeks now, and her posture was more relaxed. “Can I go home?”
“I’m sorry, Darlene, but I can’t make any promises at this point. I’ll cut your oxygen down and see how you do. I’ll waive the X-ray. But we have to watch you awhile longer before I can decide.”
She stared at him rebelliously for a moment, as if she might check herself out against medical advice.
Lukas glanced at his watch. Thirty minutes until Camp got here. Lukas completed some charts, then returned to Darlene’s room and took her off the oxygen to see how she would do on room air. Then he went to change out of his scrubs. He would be cutting it close, but he still didn’t feel right leaving Darlene.
After fifteen minutes on room air, Darlene did a peak flow test. She registered 250, which was not enough for her age, weight and sex.
“I’m sorry, Darlene,” Lukas said. “We tried.”
She moved halfway off the table, her eyes wide. “Please, can you give me another treatment before you make your decision? I can’t stay.”
He went into his usual spiel. “I know it’s never convenient to be sick, but—”
“I’m not talking about convenience.” Her whole body radiated tension. “I have to go home. I’ll be fine.”
“Is it worth risking your life? You can work out a payment plan with the hospital. Asthma can be fatal if not treated properly.”
“I’ll take care of it,” she snapped.
“You weren’t taking your medicine before. I don’t think you realize how—”
“Please, Dr. Bower! I have a brother at home who needs me. He doesn’t have anyone else to help him. I didn’t even want to leave him this morning, but I just couldn’t brea
the anymore.”
So that was what was going on. Lukas sat down. Time to find out more. “What’s wrong with your brother?”
Her warm hazel eyes shimmered with tears. Her finger worried the pulse ox probe as if she’d like to slip it off and falsify the reading. “Clarence is very sick, and he won’t see a doctor.”
“Sick?”
“He’s extremely obese. The last time he got on the scales, he broke them. He made a big joke of it, but that was two years ago. He’s gained continually since then. He doesn’t leave the house, and these past few weeks, I’ve had to take his meals to his room. The only place he goes is to the bathroom.”
“He won’t see a doctor?”
She shook her head as tears flowed down her cheeks. Lukas set a Kleenex box beside her on the bed.
“He’s given up. He’s tried so hard. He was such a hard worker, so proud of his mechanic skills. He helped me buy my house, then he lost his job because of a layoff. Which meant he lost his insurance. Then he developed pneumonia, went into the hospital, and used up the last of his savings to pay the bill. He had to give up his own home and move in with me, which really hurt his pride. He went into a deep depression, and he just kept gaining weight.”
“You can’t convince him to see a doctor?”
“He knows I can’t pay for it. Even when I worked outside the home as a bookkeeper, I couldn’t put him on my company insurance. I ended up having to quit my job and stay home and work as an indexer on computer so I could take care of him.”
“Surely he qualifies for disability.” Lukas couldn’t believe his own words, but if anyone truly needed state aid, this family did.
“He wouldn’t consider it.”
“But doesn’t he see what he’s doing to you?”
“He can’t help it. He’s just waiting to die. That’s why I have to go home. I don’t dare leave him alone for long. Please let me go. We don’t…we aren’t close to family.”
“Are you sleeping at night?”
“Not well.”
“You need more help. This is too much of a strain on you. Would you consider counseling?”
She pulled a single tissue from the box and dabbed at her face. She took another tissue and blew her nose. “I don’t have the money.”
“There are local agencies that can help. We can make some calls for—”
“No.”
He sighed in frustration. “Darlene, sometimes we all have to ask for help. That’s why those agencies are set up, for people like you, who are really struggling, trying to make an honest living for yourself and your brother. There is no shame in—”
She burst into tears. “Please let me go home, Dr. Bower. I can’t ask those people for help. Clarence and I were second-generation welfare kids. We grew up on handouts. We swore together when we left that mess that we would die before we asked for help again. We meant it.”
Lukas bit his tongue. Clarence might indeed die. Darlene obviously knew that.
He gave her a spare inhaler, some antibiotic samples, and a theophylline tablet, then gave her a script for that, and for Vistaril to help her sleep.
“These are fairly inexpensive,” he told her as he handed them to her. “Take them. You really need them. Remember that you’re not going to be able to care for Clarence if you end up back here.”
She stared at the bounty he had given her, then looked up at him. “You mean you’re letting me go home?”
“Against my better judgment. I wish I could do more to help you. If you need someone to talk to, call me.”
For the first time since she’d arrived, he saw her smile. She reached out and grabbed his right hand with both of hers. “Oh, thank you, Doctor. Thank you.”
Chapter Six
Dad backed the red BMW out of the drive, with Tedi safely buckled in, just like on any other school day. This day, however, Tedi was getting out of classes. For the first time in her life she would rather be going to school.
Granny Jane had been sick almost for as long as Tedi could remember, and Tedi had felt so bad for her. It hurt to watch someone suffering the way Granny Jane had suffered, and Tedi knew it had been really hard on Mom and Grandma Ivy. That’s why she had to go to this funeral. She wanted to be there for them.
“I’ll drop you off in front of the church,” Dad said as he turned onto the highway from their street.
“Fine.” Tedi didn’t look at him, but she felt him looking at her. Last night she’d hid out in her bedroom when he came home, and he hadn’t bothered her.
This morning Dad had fixed her favorite breakfast: French toast and fruit, with powdered sugar and hot maple syrup. Dad could cook when he wanted to, and this morning he’d done almost as good a job as Grandma Ivy. Almost.
“How about a trip into Springfield this weekend?” he asked. “We can go to the mall and get some summer clothes, then catch a movie, maybe do the zoo while we’re there. They’ve got a new baby elephant.”
Tedi didn’t stir from her inspection of the roadside scenery. “You go ahead, Dad. Maybe Julie would like to go.”
“Julie doesn’t like elephants. You and I do.”
Tedi shrugged. “I’m not in the mood.”
Dad sighed. He slowed the car and pulled to the side of the road. He turned on the flashers, then turned in his seat to face Tedi.
“Aren’t you even going to let me try to make up for yesterday? I should never have scared you like that.”
“You were drinking.” She watched a robin hopping along the wire fence beside the road.
“That’s no excuse.”
Tedi turned to look at him then and almost gave in at the pleading look in his eyes, the sorrowful expression on his face. But she knew that could all change in a second. She was tired of it. “I’m not excusing you, Dad. I’m telling you that your drinking scares me. I’m still scared. I don’t know when it’s going to happen again. I never know. That was a good breakfast this morning, and Springfield could be fun, but nothing makes up for being scared of my own father. You get mad too easy when you’re drinking.”
His intent blue eyes held hers for a moment. “What’ll make it up to you? How about I lay off the booze for a while?”
She bit her lip and took a deep, long breath. Here it comes. “How about I go live with Mom until you’re off the booze?” She continued to hold his gaze so he’d know she meant it.
He looked away first, but not before she saw a flash of anger in his expression. Big surprise. She braced herself for another temper tantrum.
“She doesn’t want you,” he said quietly.
Tedi caught her breath. She hadn’t been braced for that. “Why not?”
He didn’t look back at her. “She’s too busy with her job.” His voice was bitter. “Got to make the almighty buck. You’ll just slow her down.” He turned off the flashers and signaled to pull back onto the highway.
“You’re lying! If I ask her to, she’ll take you back to court for custody.”
A break came in the traffic, but Dad didn’t take it. His face lost color until it nearly matched the shade of his short, light blond hair. “She’ll be sorry if she does.” He looked down at Tedi with narrowed eyes. “Don’t forget why I have custody in the first place—mental patients don’t make good parents.”
Tedi almost said, “Neither do drunks,” but she remembered yesterday.
“And public opinion matters here in Knolls,” he continued. “She’s spent these past five years trying to rebuild her practice after the last custody battle. She won’t thank you if she loses it all again.” He pulled out onto the road at last.
Tedi said nothing more until they reached Grandma Ivy’s church—Covenant Baptist—at the edge of Knolls. Grandma and Mom stood outside the building waiting for her. She waved at them, then released her seat belt and opened the door.
Someday she would learn to shut her mouth and keep it shut, but not today. Today she was mad.
“You know, Dad,” she said as she stepped from the car, “if Mom
lost her job, we’d all be in big trouble.” She slammed the car door as hard as she could and turned toward the church.
Seconds later, Dad gunned the motor. The tires spun on blacktop.
Tedi waved at her mother and grandmother and wished her father would drive out of her life forever.
Lukas Bower hated the term “backseat Baptist.” It implied a person one step away from backsliding. Although Lukas always preferred to sit at the periphery of the congregation, he by no means felt himself to be at the spiritual edge of God’s family. Just because he was shy did not mean he was not a sincere Christian.
On the other hand, he knew he had a lot of growing to do before he was a mature Christian.
It was a moot point in this church today, since this was not a worship service.
The first strains of soft organ music reminded him of the circumstances leading up to today’s funeral, and he had the typical critique session with himself. He could have shown more compassion to Ivy Richmond during Mrs. Conn’s final hour. He could have tried harder to reassure Mrs. Conn during those short moments of lucidity—if indeed she had truly been lucid.
He could not, however, have been more aggressive with the code. Ivy Richmond probably disagreed, but he could do nothing about her sentiments, much as he would like to. She obviously possessed a great deal of power at the hospital, and he didn’t have enough insight into her character to know how she might play that power. She was strong willed, much like another, younger woman with power whose influence had affected his career with devastating ease. Best not to allow his thoughts to wander in that direction.
Lukas couldn’t decide whether to approach the Richmond ladies with his condolences after the service or to leave them in peace today. The latter course looked more favorable as more and more people filled the auditorium, and the old, familiar prickling of self-consciousness made him wonder why he had even bothered to come. No one would have expected him to. He’d lost other elderly patients and hadn’t felt it necessary to see them off. Doctors didn’t do this kind of thing, especially not for someone they didn’t even know.
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