The Doctor's Undoing (4 page)

There'd been times when her we-can-do-anything attitude had irked him. Especially when his own confidence and morale had been lowest. When he'd been convinced he would have to drop out of medical school and return to east Arkansas with his tail between his legs, proving his family right in their predictions that he would never make it all the way through.

It hadn't taken him long to find the right tone to chip through Haley's cheery optimism. He seemed to have a knack for setting off her temper, which most people probably never even saw. Yet as much as they irritated each other at times, he wasn't at all sure he'd have made it through those first two years without her. And the rest of the study group members, too, he amended quickly.

They talked about the tailgate party plans for a few minutes, and then Haley set down her chopsticks. “I can't eat any more. I'd better go home and study.”

“Yeah, me, too. You know, you could come over to my place. We could have some dessert, study a couple hours.”

She had studied at his apartment many times during the past two years. He wasn't sure she'd ever been there without any other members of their study group, but it wouldn't be so different with just the two of them, right? Just because he and Haley were the only ones of their group on this rotation didn't mean they couldn't still be study partners.

So why did she look so surprised by his suggestion? “Um—your place?”

He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Yeah. You remember—the loft apartment with the bare gray walls? The couch you said looks like it came through World War II—and lost?”

She sighed. “I remember your apartment. I was just…I really need to go home. I have to do laundry tonight or I'll be doing rounds in cutoffs and a T-shirt tomorrow. Maybe we can study together another night?”

Something was definitely on Haley's mind, but he suspected it would do him no good to ask her again what was bothering her. He simply nodded and stood to escort her to the door. They were both parked in front of the coffee shop; he accompanied her down the sidewalk to her car.

He placed a hand on her shoulder to detain her when she opened her car door and prepared to climb in. “Haley—”

She glanced at his hand, then his face. “Yes?”

“You know if there's anything bothering you, I'm here for you, right? I mean, if you want to talk or if there's anything you need…”

She went very still for a moment, then made a face, looking more like herself than she had all evening. “Thanks, Ron. I don't know what's wrong with me tonight. Just tired, I guess. Really, everything's fine. But thanks for the concern.”

He searched her face, relieved to see that the smile was back in her eyes now. “You're sure?”

“I'm sure. Really. Just tired.”

He chuckled. “Show me a medical student who isn't tired.”

The smile in her eyes traveled to her lips, which tilted infectiously. “So true.”

His fingers tightened spasmodically on her shoulder. He loosened them quickly, turning the gesture into a friendly little pat. “Still, if there's anything you need, you've got my number.”

“Thanks, Ron.” After a momentary hesitation, she smiled again and slid into her car. “See you tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” He stepped back quickly, narrowly missing having her car door slammed on his fingers. “See ya,” he murmured, watching her drive away.

 

Ron was passing an open hospital room door the next afternoon when a voice stopped him. “Hey. Dr. Gibson.”

Frowning in confusion, he paused and looked around, wondering if he'd misheard.

“
Psst.
Dr. Gibson.”

Following the sound of the woman's voice, he stepped curiously into the open doorway. Wrapped in a thin white blanket, Georgia McMillan sat in a recliner near the windows, facing the hallway so she could watch people go by outside her room. An IV stand sat at one side of her chair, two bags dripping into the tubes inserted in her thin arm. On the other side of the chair, an oxygen tank pumped air into the tubes in her nose.

Her breathing rasped in the quiet room, but her smile was impish when she saw that she had his attention. “How's it going, cutie?”

He grinned. “Fine, thank you, Ms. McMillan. And you?”

“Still hanging in.”

“Is there something I can do for you?”

She crooked a bony finger at him, inviting him into the room. Thinking of the list of tasks his resident had given him to complete within the next hour, he entered. She was probably just a little lonely. As far as he had observed, Ms. McMillan had no family. She wasn't one of the three patients he'd been assigned—she was Haley's responsibility—but since he saw her every morning on team rounds, she wasn't a complete stranger to him.

“How are you feeling?” he asked her.

She waved off the question impatiently. “Same as always. Must be better, though, they're letting me out of here tomorrow.”

“That's good to hear.” She would be back, he knew, and probably soon. It was obvious even to a third-year student that her health was deteriorating.

“How's your life outside of work?” she asked, her gaze locked on his face. “You got a girlfriend?”

He chuckled. “No, ma'am, not at the moment. I don't have time for one.”

“Nonsense. There's always time for a personal life. Don't let your job consume you.”

“I'll try not to.”

“What about that other pretty medical student? Haley? She's not seeing anyone, either. I asked her.”

“What about her, Ms. McMillan?”

“Why don't you ask her out? I really like her.”

“Well, yes, so do I, but Haley and I are just friends.”

She waved her unsteady hand again. “My third husband was my best friend. Only one of my marriages that lasted. We'd still be married today if he hadn't flipped over his tractor while he was mowing a steep hill. I lost him four years ago. Still miss the silly puns he was always coming up with.”

“I'm sorry about your loss, ma'am.”

She nodded, then shrugged. “Just shows, you have to make the most of every moment. Me and Joe did that. We had a good twelve years together.”

“I'm glad you have those nice memories of him. But Haley and I aren't—”

She gave a wheezy laugh. “You're thinking I'm a nosy old biddy, and you're right. Ain't like I've got anything else to do in here but watch the staff and speculate about their private lives. I like Haley. She's a sweetheart. And since I'm leaving
here tomorrow and neither of you are working this weekend, I probably won't get another chance to meddle with the two of you.”

“Ms. McMillan—”

“Take my advice, young man. Give that one a chance. She's a keeper.”

He smiled, both amused and unnerved by the woman's persistence. He really did like kids and seniors, even when their artless observations startled him at times. “I'll keep your suggestion in mind, ma'am.”

She nodded in satisfaction. “You do that.”

“I really have to get back to work. Is there anything you need before I go?”

“No. That silly girl will be in here in a few minutes. The nurse's aide. Talks a mile a minute, and giggles between every other word. Good at her job, though,” she added grudgingly.

“Okay. Have a good night, Ms. McMillan. It's been a pleasure to meet you. I hope you continue to do well after you return home tomorrow.”

She shrugged, an acknowledgment of what they both knew about her prognosis. “You're a nice young man. You're going to be a damned good doctor. Good husband material, too.”

Chuckling, he moved toward the door. He'd have to tell Haley about this conversation. She'd get a kick out of—

He stopped abruptly in the doorway. With a slight frown, he turned to the patient again. “Ms. McMillan, you haven't said anything to Haley about this, have you? About her and me, I mean?”

He could tell the answer from her expression.

“I might have mentioned that you seem like a good catch to me. And that you might be interested in her, judging from the way you look at her.”

“Huh. Well, maybe you shouldn't mention anything like that again. Okay?”

She shrugged. “I'm leaving tomorrow, anyway. Probably won't see her again. Just thought I'd plant a seed in a couple of young minds before I go.”

Giving her a little wave of farewell, Ron left the room. He didn't realize he was scowling as he stalked down the hallway until a young volunteer jumped out of his way, looking warily at him when he passed.

Smoothing his expression, he pushed Ms. McMillan's words to the back of his mind. He had work to do now. But he would be having a talk with Haley before the night was over.

H
aley sat at her table Friday evening reading an online medical article when someone rapped sharply on her door. She wasn't expecting company and almost never had drop-by visitors, so the sound startled her. Though she'd shed her comfortable black flats, she still wore the pearl-colored summer sweater and pale gray slacks she'd donned for work, so at least she was decently dressed for company. Leaving the article on the computer screen, she walked across the living room and looked curiously through the peephole in the door.

“Ron?” Surprised, she opened the door. “What's up?”

A frown creased his sandy brows and darkened his blue eyes. “Mind if I come in?”

He'd never dropped by without calling before; as far as she could remember, he'd never been there without the rest of the study group. Speculation about the reason for this visit made her hesitate a moment before answering.

His frown deepened. “Is this a bad time?”

He glanced beyond her, as though checking to see if she had other visitors.

“No, it's fine.” She moved out of his way. “Come in.”

He walked to the center of the living room. Studying him somewhat warily, she closed the door. It wasn't the first time she'd seen Ron in a bad mood, but it had been a while.

“Have a seat,” she said, waving toward the cushioned, cream-colored couch she'd bought for comfort as much for style. Her whole apartment was furnished with relaxation in mind; in addition to the couch, the living room featured a cushy green recliner, a brown leather club chair she'd found at an estate sale and trendily mismatched tables arranged for her guests' convenience. She enjoyed entertaining, though she'd had little time for it since starting medical school, only hosting her study group on occasion. “Can I get you anything?”

He shook his head. “I was going to talk to you at the hospital, but you avoided me all afternoon.”

“I didn't avoid you.” Of course, she hadn't exactly gone looking for him, either, she admitted silently.

He pushed his hands into the pockets of his rumpled khaki slacks. “So it was just an accident that you were everywhere I wasn't today?”

Feeling defensive now, she planted her hands on her hips. “I saw you on rounds this morning. I was very busy this afternoon. I'm sorry if that was inconvenient for you. What was it you wanted to talk to me about?”

“I visited one of your patients this afternoon. Georgia McMillan.”

“Oh.” She swallowed hard. “What made you do that?”

“She summoned me into her room when I was passing in the hallway.”

She knew Georgia enjoyed watching people pass in the hall, occasionally calling out greetings, so it was no surprise that she'd taken advantage of spotting Ron. Unfortunately. “Um—what did she say to you?”

“She wanted to give me some advice about my personal life.”

Haley sighed. She didn't really have to ask what advice the romantically minded older woman had offered. “Yes, well, she seems to enjoy doing that.”

“Damn it, Haley.”

Defensiveness returned, crowding out embarrassment. It wasn't as if she had any control over what her patient said when she wasn't around. “What?”

“We've been friends for two years. Good friends, despite the rough patches.”

She nodded. “Yes, we have.”

“And you're going to let one old woman's ramblings drive a wedge between us now? After all the other obstacles our friendship has survived?”

He sounded genuinely angry, which—as always—triggered her own rare temper. It seemed to be a unique talent of his. “I'm doing no such thing.”

He was pacing now, though her small living space gave him room to take only three or four steps in each direction. “I knew something was bugging you yesterday. Couldn't figure out why you weren't meeting my eyes, why you jumped every time we made accidental contact. Why you started stuttering when I suggested we go to my place. To
study,
damn it.”

Two “damn its” in as many minutes. He really was irked.

“I told you I had to do laundry.”

“Yeah. And I'd never seen anyone look so eager to spend an evening with detergent and fabric softeners.”

“Look, Ron—”

He stopped in front of her, his gaze holding hers. “What I want to know is, why did you let what she said get to you that way? How come you didn't come to me and laugh about it, the way we always do when something funny happens at work?”

“I don't know,” she admitted with a sigh. “I just—okay, you're right. I let her get to me. It embarrassed me, and I wasn't sure how to—what to—well, you know.”

“What did she say that was so embarrassing?” He looked genuinely perplexed. “All she said to me was that you're a sweetheart and I should ask you out. She giggled a little, and I grinned back at her. I thought you and I would get a laugh out of it, but then I realized that she must have said something similar to you yesterday. And that the unsettling patient comment you mentioned last night must have been hers. So what did she say to you that was so disconcerting?”

She had no intention of telling him Georgia had implied that Ron was in love with her. Sure, they should be able to laugh about that—but for some reason, Haley didn't find it all that funny. “She just went on about what a good catch you are and how I should make an effort to land you. As if you were a prized fish or something. I tried to tell her you and I are good friends, but she just wouldn't let it go. I guess that conversation was still on my mind when you suggested we have coffee and dinner.”

“And when I invited you to my place to study.”

“I really did need to do laundry,” she muttered, glancing down at her hands, which were now clenched in front of her.

He shook his head. “I still don't understand why it shook you up so much for her to suggest I've got a thing for you. I thought it was funny.”

It was only natural, she assured herself, that her feminine ego would be a little piqued by that. “I guess I was just more tired than I realized.”

The prevarication didn't seem to satisfy him completely, but he nodded. “So we're good, then?”

She gave him a smile she hoped looked completely natural. “Of course we are.”

To her relief, he smiled in return, his usual good humor returning to his warm blue eyes. “You don't think I'm going to lure you to my lair so I can jump your bones?”

She sighed gustily, her usual response to his teasing. “No, Ron, I don't think you're going to jump my bones,” she said drily, making him laugh.

“Good. Now that that's settled, can I have a sandwich?”

She blinked a couple of times, then glanced toward the table, where a barely touched ham sandwich still sat on a plate next to her computer. “Of course. Sit down, I'll make you one.”

Sensing that she needed a change of subject, he talked about work while she moved around the small kitchen, assembling another sandwich and adding a handful of chips and pickles to the plate. She set the plate and a glass of lemonade in front of him, then took her own seat as she responded to his conversational lead. It was much easier to concentrate on their training than…well, other things.

Because he was there and they were already talking about school, it seemed only logical to spend some time studying together after they'd eaten. Their lecture on the following Monday would be about antibiotic-resistant, hospital-acquired infections, so they discussed the topic together, quizzing each other on their knowledge so they would be prepared if their attending physician aimed questions at either of them.

Settling into their practiced study routine, Haley was able to relax and put the former awkwardness aside, to her relief. Ron fell back into teasing, to which she responded with her usual retorts.

As so often was the case, she picked up the information a bit more quickly than Ron—memorization just came easier to her than to him, though once he internalized the material, he retained it well. When she sensed he was becoming frustrated, she tactfully boosted his morale by reminded him how well he'd been doing in the rotation. Clinical skills were his strong
point; the fact that he struggled a bit more with the memorization just meant everyone had different learning styles and strengths, which she had lectured more than once during the past two years.

When both were satisfied they were prepared for Monday's lecture, Ron glanced at his watch and stood to leave. “Thanks for the sandwich. And the study help,” he added, moving toward the door.

She walked with him so she could lock up behind him. “You helped me, too,” she assured him. “It's always easier to study with someone.”

Rounding the end of the couch to join him at the door, she stumbled over a strap of the computer bag she'd left lying on the floor. She threw out a hand to steady herself, bumping against the lamp on the end table. She had no trouble preventing a fall, but the hematite bracelet she'd donned that morning caught on the lamp. Shiny, gray-black stones scattered at her feet when the elastic cording snapped.

“Darn it.” She bent to scoop up stones, sweeping one hand beneath the couch to retrieve a couple that had tumbled under there.

Ron helped her, plucking a stone from beneath the end table, another from the top of the table. “I don't see any more.”

“Thanks.” She shook her head. “Clumsy of me.”

“Can you have the bracelet restrung?”

“I'll restring it myself when I have time. Kris gave it to me. The stones are hematite—supposed to be calming and grounding.”

“Oh.” He dropped the stones he held into her open hand as if they'd suddenly turned hot. She knew he'd never cared for Kris. She'd always assumed it was simply a personality clash.

“Okay, I'm off. See you Monday. Have a good weekend.”

“You, too.” She caught the door when he opened it, preparing to lock it behind him.

Ron turned on the step outside her ground-floor apartment, the familiar look in his eyes warning her that he was going to say something outrageous. “Hey, Haley?”

Her lips twitched. “Yes, Ron?”

“To make it clear—I find your bones totally jumpable. Just don't want to do anything to mess up a good friendship, you know?”

“Um—” She had no idea how she was supposed to respond to that.

Laughing, he turned and walked away.

After a moment, she shook her head, then shut the door with a bit more force than necessary.

Trust Ron to make such an odd joke out of a situation that had already been awkward enough, she thought with a sigh of exasperation.

She spent the rest of the evening wondering at random times if Ron really found her “jumpable.”

 

Rounds on Monday morning went very well. Haley and Hardik had no difficulty with their patient presentations, and Ron sailed through his. To Haley's relief, Ron was his usual self, cutting up with everyone equally, treating her as he always did. There was no more talk of bone-jumping or self-consciousness. Georgia McMillan had been released on Saturday, so they weren't subjected to her blatant matchmaking. Telling herself it had been only a temporary glitch in their friendship, Haley was assured they could put it behind them and go on as they had been.

She was very busy that afternoon, practically running from one assigned task to another, taking only a half hour for a lunch break. She didn't see Ron until late in the afternoon. She had just stepped into the students' room to type up some notes when he walked in.

“Hi, Ron, how's your afternoon…oh, my gosh, what happened?”

Though she remembered that he'd worn a white shirt, red tie and gray slacks beneath his white coat that morning, he wore blue hospital-issue scrubs now. His expression was so grim she knew something must have gone very wrong for him.

The spots of dark color on his cheeks indicated either anger or embarrassment, maybe a mixture of both. He spoke from between clenched teeth. “I screwed up. Big-time. Damn it.”

Pushing herself out of the computer chair, she took a step toward him. “What did you do?”

“Dr. Cudahy let me remove a patient's central line. I've done that a couple of times before with my preceptor, so I felt pretty confident. Thought I'd impress the attending and the resident. Like an idiot, I pulled out the line—and forgot to put pressure on the site.”

Haley winced, imagining the arterial blood spurt that would have resulted. “I hope you and the patient were the only ones in the vicinity?”

“Oh, no. That would have been bad enough, of course, but Drs. Cudahy and Prickett were standing close enough at the time that we all got splattered. Prickett and I were wearing paper gowns, so only our collars and pants were hit, but Dr. Cudahy thought she was standing far enough away to be safe. She wasn't. She got sprayed. She had to go change into scrubs.”

Haley could imagine how humiliated Ron must be feeling right now. It was bad enough to make a mistake in front of a resident, but even more galling to have the attending be both a witness to and a victim of the error.

She was tempted to remind Ron that she'd warned him to be more serious and resist his natural inclination to perform. But this wasn't the time for I-told-you-so. Right now, he just needed a friend.

She rested a hand on his arm. “I'm sorry, Ron. I know that must have been embarrassing. But everyone makes mistakes. Dr. Cudahy and Dr. Prickett know that. I'm sure they've made more than a few, themselves.”

Her words didn't seem to help much. She could still see bitter self-recrimination in his expression. “It was such a stupid thing to do. Any moron should have known to apply pressure. They probably all think I'm an idiot.”

“They don't think you're an idiot.”

“I am an idiot. Damn it.”

He was taking this relatively minor setback much harder than he should. Haley knew Ron had a streak of insecurity hiding behind his wisecracks and devil-may-care attitude. It had made an appearance during an outburst in the study group when he'd accused himself of holding the others back, implying that they'd all been carrying him through the first two years of classes and exams. He'd even offered to leave the group if they'd thought he wasn't up to their level, to everyone's shock.