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| [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 100px; height: 270px; background-image: url(http://67.media.tumblr.com/1d1…5aubr5XV1uwbqlxo6_500.png); background-size: 150%; background-position: center;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent;background-image: url(http://31.media.tumblr.com/299…gif);background-position: center; border-radius: 300px; background-size: 120%; border: 5px solid white; width: 60px; height: 80px; margin-top: 8.5px; margin-left: -1px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none;font-family: arial;text-align: center;color: black;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px white;width: 100px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px;margin-left: -15px; margin-top: 15px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 11px;]I CAN'T DO THIS ALL ON MY OWN. NO, I KNOW I'M NO SUPERMAN.[/fancypost][/fancypost] | [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none;font-family: arial;text-align: center;color: black;width: 240px; height: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px;margin-left: -4px; font-size: 20px;]REGINA FOSTER ![/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; width: 250px; height: 240px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: -4px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 250px; height: 240px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 250px; min-height: 240px; padding: 0px; font-size: 9px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: verdana;][b]"Alright, people. Listen carefully, because I will only explain myself one time. For the next half hour, we will be wasting our time diagnosing an imaginary patient. On each of your clipboards, you'll find that you've been assigned a patient with completely random symptoms. Each of you will have three chances to diagnose them with the correct... [i]ailment before you're out. You got that? One, two, three strikes, and the rest of your day will be spent in the nurse's station, helping file paperwork." Ginny Elrod, one of the other two female interns in the bunch, raised a shaky hand. "But, Sir, it's our first day. I really think we would be of more use if we were-" "Hup-up-up," Dr. Cox raised a single, solitary finger in the air. "Did I ask you for your opinion?" No answer. Ginny's eyes plummeted to the floor and, apparently satisfied with himself, Dr. Cox let his hand fall back to his side."That's what I thought... Now move it, Newbies!" Everyone, myself included, rushed to scan through the information provided on their clipboards. I already knew that I didn't like Dr. Cox as a person, but I had heard of his unmatched rep on the job, and knew that I would have to respect him if nothing else. He was my boss, after all, and an apparently brilliant doctor. I had to pry myself from my thoughts to better concentrate on the task at hand. Right. So let's see... According to the charts, the fictitious Mr. Gideon Dwight was a sixty-four year old man who, last year, had come in after having an apparently minor stroke. He had dropped a drastic amount of weight between that visit and now, and was plagued by constant fever and fatigue. A recent ESR test showed discomforting levels of inflammation. I tapped the clicker of my pen against my bottom lip. Too easy. It hadn't registered that I had spoken these words aloud until, from right beside my ear, there came a husky voice. "Come again, Anne Rice?" It would be a lie to suggest that I wasn't startled by Dr. Cox's sudden appearance, but |
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