“Wait a second,” George said. “Weren’t we supposed to call Dr. Biddle if we saw Dr. Reggis?”
“That was yesterday,” Martha said. “You think it’s the same today?”
“Why take a chance?” George said as he reached for the phone.
To Kim’s relief the elevator was empty when he boarded it on the ground floor, and he was able to ride solo all the way to the surgical floor. He wasn’t quite as lucky on his transit of the surgical lounge. There were a number of the OR nurses and on-call anesthesiologists having coffee. Although no one said anything, those assembled eyed him with curiosity.
Kim was glad to get into the surgical locker room and away from the inquiring faces. He was particularly pleased to find it vacant, and he lost no time. After rescuing his hospital I.D., a few papers and pens, plus some surgical tape from the pockets, he pulled off the coat, the scrubs, and even his underwear. Everything went into the laundry hamper.
Completely naked, Kim was shocked to catch his reflection in the mirror. His visage was far worse than he imagined. His ratty whiskers were significantly more than a five o’clock shadow but far from being a beard. And his hair was a mess, plastered down across his forehead yet standing straight up in the back, suggesting he’d just gotten out of bed.
Opening his combination lock, Kim got out the toiletries he kept in his locker and quickly shaved. Then he got into the shower with a vial of shampoo.
Kim had his head under the jet of water when he thought he heard his name called. Leaning out from the stream but with his eyes closed tightly against the suds, he listened. Someone repeated his name. The voice was definitely more authoritative than friendly.
Kim rinsed off the soap, then looked toward the shower entrance. He was in a common shower with four heads. Standing on the tiled threshold were Dr. Forrester Biddle, Chief of Cardiac Surgery, and Dr. Robert Rathborn, Acting Chief of the Medical Staff. They made a curious pair. In contrast to Forrester’s ascetic gauntness, Robert was the picture of self-indulgent obesity.
“Dr. Reggis,” Robert repeated when he was confident of Kim’s attention. “As the current head of the medical staff, it is my duty to inform you that your hospital privileges have been temporarily revoked.”
“This is a curious conversation to have while I’m in the shower,” Kim said. “Or was it your specific intent to catch me naked?”
“Your glibness has never been more inappropriate,” Forrester spat. “I’ve been warning you, Dr. Reggis.”
“You couldn’t wait for five minutes?” Kim questioned.
“We felt it was important enough to inform you as soon as possible,” Robert said.
“What are the grounds?” Kim asked.
“For obstructive behavior during your daughter’s cardiac resuscitation attempt,” Robert said. “Three doctors and two nurses have filed formal complaints of physical intimidation by you that precluded them from carrying out their duty.”
“And I am appalled at your decision to perform open-heart cardiac massage on your own daughter,” Forrester said. “In my opinion, it is beyond the pale of acceptable professional behavior.”
“She was dying, Robert,” Kim hissed. “The closed chest massage wasn’t effective. Her pupils were dilating.”
“There were other qualified people on the scene,” Robert said sanctimoniously.
“They weren’t doing crap!” Kim snapped. “They didn’t know what the hell was going on. Nor did I until I got a look at her heart.” Kim’s voice broke, and he looked away for a moment.
“There’ll be a hearing,” Robert said. “The issue here is whether you are a threat to patients or even yourself. You’ll have an opportunity to present your side of this unfortunate episode. Meanwhile, you are not to practice any medicine within these walls, and you are specifically forbidden to do any surgery whatsoever.”
“Well, it’s good of you gentlemen to come into my office like this with such good news,” Kim said.
“I wouldn’t be so glib if I were you,” Forrester warned.
“Nor would I,” Robert said. “This incident and our action will be communicated to the Board of Medicine. You could very well find your medical license in jeopardy.”