“The basis of the correlation,” said Robert, “was that the deaths, particularly over the last several years, occurred when the patients were apparently doing well, and there was no anatomic or physiologic cause.”
“Correction,” said George. “No cause was found by the department of pathology.”
“It’s the same thing,” said Robert.
“Not quite,” said George. “Maybe another pathology department would have found the causes. I think it’s more of a reflection on you and your colleagues than anything else. And intimating that there is something irregular about a series of operative tragedies on such a basis is irresponsible.”
“Hear, hear,” shouted an orthopedic surgeon who began to clap. Robert quickly stepped down from the podium. There was an air of tension in the room.
“The next death conference will be one month from today, January seventh,” said Ballantine, switching off the microphone and gathering his papers. He walked off the stage and over to Thomas.
“You seemed to know that kid,” he said. “Who the hell is he?”
“His name is Robert Seibert,” said Thomas. “He’s a second-year pathology resident.”
“I’m going to have the kid’s balls in Formalin. Who does the little turd think he is, coming up here and putting himself up as our Socratic gadfly?”
Over Ballantine’s shoulder, Thomas could see George making his way over to them. He was just as provoked as Ballantine.
“I got his name,” said George menacingly, as if he were revealing a secret.
“We already know it,” said Ballantine. “He’s only in his second year.”
“Wonderful,” said George. “Not only do we have to put up with philosophers, but also smart-ass pathology residents.”
“I heard there was a death this month in one of the cath rooms in radiology,” said Thomas. “How come it wasn’t presented?”
“Oh, you mean Sam Stevens,” said George nervously, watching Robert leave the room. “Since the death occurred during the catheterization, the medical boys wanted to present it at their death conference.”
While Thomas watched Dr. Ballantine and George fume, he wondered what they’d say if he told them that Cassi had been involved with the so-called SSD study. For everyone’s sake he hoped they wouldn’t find out. He also hoped that Cassi had had sense enough not to continue her association with Robert. All it could do was cause trouble.
In a totally dark examination room, Cassi was lying flat on her back and could not have been more uncomfortable. She wasn’t in pain but close to it as she was forced to keep her eye still while Dr. Martin Obermeyer, chief of ophthalmology, shined an intensely bright light into her left eye. Worse than the discomfort was her fear of what the doctor would say. Cassi knew she’d been less than responsible about her eye problem. Desperately she hoped that Dr. Obermeyer would make some reassuring comment as he examined her. But he remained ominously quiet.
Without so much as a word, he shifted the light into her good eye. The beam came from an apparatus that the doctor wore around his head, similar to a miner’s light, but more intricate. Although the light seemed bright in her left eye, when it shifted to the good eye the intensity was so great it was difficult for Cassi to believe it did not cause damage in and of itself.
“Please, Cassi,” said Dr. Obermeyer, lifting the light beam and peering at her beneath the eyepieces of the instruments. “Please hold your eye still.” He pressed down with a small metal stylus.
Irritative tears welled up, and Cassi could feel them spill over and run down the side of her face. She wondered how much longer she could stand it. Involuntarily she gripped the sheet covering the examining table. just at the moment she thought she could no longer remain still, the light disappeared, but even after Dr. Obermeyer turned on the overhead lights, she could not see well. The doctor was a blur to her as he sat down at his desk to write.
It concerned her that he was being so reticent. Obviously he was annoyed at her.
“Can I sit up?” asked Cassi hesitatingly.
“I don’t know why you ask my opinion,” said Dr. Obermeyer, “when you don’t follow any of my other suggestions.” The ophthalmologist didn’t bother turning around as he spoke.