The operator gave Thomas the number. He started to dial and then stopped.
Noticing the time, he was concerned. Obviously it was about Cassi. Going into the bathroom he splashed water on his face, trying to gather his wits.
He waited until some of the drug-induced fog receded before dialing.
“Thomas, we had a complication tonight,” said Dr. Obermeyer.
“A complication?” asked Thomas anxiously.
“Yes,” said Dr. Obermeyer. “Something we didn’t expect. Cassi gave herself an overdose of insulin.”
“Is she all right?” asked Thomas.
“Yes, she seems to be fine.”
Thomas was stunned.
“I know this must be a shock for you,” Dr. Obermeyer was saying, “But she is okay. Dr. McInery, her internist, is here and thanks to the quick thinking of the charge nurse, he says Cassi will be fine. We’ve moved her to the ICU for the time being just as a precaution.”
“Thank God,” said Thomas, his mind whirling. “I’ll be right over.”
As soon as he reached the hospital, Thomas rushed to Cassi’s bedside. She seemed to be resting peacefully. He noticed that the patch on her right eye was gone.
“She’s sleeping but she’s arousable,” said a voice at his side.
Thomas turned to face Dr. Obermeyer. “Do you want to talk with her?” he asked, reaching to shake Cassi’s shoulder.
Thomas caught his arm. “No thanks. Let her sleep.”
“I knew she was upset tonight,” said Dr. Obermeyer contritely. “I ordered extra sedatives. I never expected anything like this.”
“She was panicky when I saw her,” said Thomas. “A friend of hers died last night, and she’s been very upset. I hadn’t planned to tell her, but I learned one of the psych residents had the poor judgment to do so.”
“Do you think this was a suicide attempt?” asked Dr. Obermeyer.
“I don’t know,” said Thomas. “She could have just been confused. She is accustomed to giving herself insulin twice a day.”
“What do you think about a psychiatry consult?” asked Dr. Obermeyer.
“You’re the doctor. I can’t be very objective. But if I were you, I’d wait. Obviously she’s safe in here.”
“I took the patch off her right eye,” said Dr. Obermeyer. “I’m afraid the bandages may have been a large factor in her anxiety reaction. I’m happy to say her left eye is still clear. Considering the fact she just had a grand mal seizure, which is probably the severest test imaginable for my coagulation of that vessel, I don’t think we have to worry much about further bleeding.”
“What’s her blood sugar?” asked Thomas.
“Pretty normal right now, but they’re going to follow it closely. They think she gave herself a whopping dose of insulin.”
“Well, she’s been careless at times in the past,” said Thomas. “She’s always tried to minimize her illness. But this seems like more than carelessness. Still, it’s possible she just didn’t realize what she was doing.” Thomas thanked Obermeyer for his good work and walked slowly out of the ICU.
The nurses at the desk looked up as he went by. They had never seen Dr. Kingsley so depressed and anxious.
CHAPTER 12
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CASSI BECAME CONSCIOUS of her surroundings around five o’clock in the morning. She could see the large wall clock over the nurses’ station and thought she was in the recovery room. She had an awful headache, which she attributed to the eye surgery. Indeed, when she tried to look from side to side she got a sharp pain in her left eye. Gingerly she felt the bandage over the operative site.
“Well, Dr. Cassidy!” said a voice on her left. She slowly turned her head and looked into the smiling face of one of the nurses. “Welcome back to the land of the living. You gave us quite a scare.”
Bewildered, Cassi returned the smile. She stared at the nurse’s name tag.
Miss Stevens, Medical ICU. That confused Cassi further.
“How do you feel?” asked Miss Stevens.
“Hungry,” said Cassi.
“Could be your blood sugar is a bit low again. It’s been bouncing up and down like a rubber ball.”
Cassi moved slightly and felt an uncomfortable burning sensation between her legs. She realized she’d been catheterized.