Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Jamieson
I inhaled a sharp breath as I watched her walk away.
This was unbelievable. I never thought in a million years I’d ever see her again, let alone work with her.
Damn it. She was the new trauma attending, and now I’d see her practically every day.
I couldn’t stop thinking about how she told me she was starting a new life the night I met her.
Little did I know that her new life included living in Los Angeles and working at my hospital. This posed a problem for me.
I went to Renata’s office and lightly knocked on the door before entering.
“Oh, excuse me. I didn’t know you were with someone,” I spoke as I stared at Grace.
“Dr. Finn.” Renata smiled. “You’ve met Dr. Grace Harper?”
“Yes. We just saved a woman’s life together.”
“I heard. Good job. Come in and sit down. I’m just finishing up with Dr. Harper.”
I swallowed hard as I sat in one of the chairs across from her desk. Grace walked out of the office, and Renata sat behind her desk and folded her hands.
“I saw the way you looked at her, Jamieson. Leave her alone. Understand?”
“What?” I held my arms out. “I haven’t done anything.”
“Not yet, you haven’t. Being here will be hard on her as it is.”
“Why is that?” I narrowed my eye.
“That’s none of your business.” She pointed at me. “I needed to speak with you because Mary called this morning and said she quit. She couldn’t even bother giving two weeks’ notice. Do you know anything about that?” Her brow arched.
I cleared my throat and shifted in my seat. “No. I have no idea.”
“I’m sure you don’t,” she spoke sarcastically.
“Are we done here, Renata? I have a consult with a patient I’m late for.”
“We’re done, Dr. Finn.” She pursed her lips. “Remember what I said about Dr. Harper. And if I lose any more staff, best neurosurgeon or not, I’m coming after you.”
I put my hand up. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll be on my best behavior.” I smirked.
“I won’t worry because I’ll be keeping a close eye on you.”
I sighed as I rolled my eyes and walked out of her office.
Why the hell would it be hard for Grace to be here?
Why would she come to Los Angeles in the first place if that was the case?
I got the impression that Renata knew her.
Grace Harper was a mysterious woman the night I met her; now, she has become even more mysterious.
As much as I didn’t want to care or get involved, I was curious, and I was going to discover her story.
“Hello, Mr. Bind. I’m Dr. Finn.” I extended my hand.
“Nice to meet you, Dr. Finn. This is my wife, Athena.”
“Nice to meet you.” I smiled as I lightly shook her hand and then took a seat behind my desk and opened his file.
“You’ve been having some trouble walking and experiencing back pain?”
“Yes. I’ve been to two doctors already, and they can’t find out what the problem is other than a strained muscle in my back. But nothing is helping, and the pain is getting worse.”
“Any other symptoms you’ve been experiencing?” I asked.
“Tell him, Jeff,” his wife spoke.
“Athena.” His brows furrowed at her.
I arched my brow at him. “What’s been going on?”
“I’ve been losing control of my bladder lately,” he spoke with embarrassment.
“Okay. Anything else I need to know?”
“He’s been complaining that his right leg keeps going numb, and the other day, he fell twice,” his wife Athena spoke.
“I see. Well, I can promise you I will get to the bottom of your symptoms. I’m going to schedule you for an MRI, and I want it done today. If you wait a moment, I’ll speak with the scheduling nurse and see when we can fit you in.”
“Thank you, Dr. Finn,” Jeff Bind spoke.
“You’re welcome.” I smiled as I got up from my desk, walked out of my office, and down the hall to see Yvonne.
“Dr. Finn, let me guess. You need an MRI scheduled for today,” she spoke with a raised brow as I walked into her office.
“How do you always know that, Yvonne?” I smirked.
“Because it’s the only time you ever walk down here.”
“I have a patient who needs one stat. What’s open?”
“We’re completely booked, Dr. Finn.”
“Yvonne.” I smiled. “Work with me.”
“Three o’clock.” She pursed her lips as she looked at me.
I glanced at my watch and saw it was one.
“Perfect. The name is Jeffery Bind. I’ll tell him.
Thanks, Yvonne.” I winked. I walked into my office and took a seat behind my desk.
“Your MRI is scheduled for three o’clock, so I suggest going to the cafeteria and grabbing some lunch, and we’ll see you back here at two thirty.
Are you claustrophobic at all?” I asked.
“No. I’m not.”
“Good. I’ll see you in the MRI room.” I smiled as I stood up and shook his hand. “Excuse me, I’m needed down in the ER,” I spoke as I looked at my pager.
“Someone paged me?” I asked Jackie, the ER charge nurse.
“Dr. Harper did. She’s in room five.”
“You paged me?” I asked as I walked into the room and saw a child approximately two years old lying on the bed.
“Yes. I need to speak with you for a moment.” She gestured toward the hall.
“What’s going on that you needed me down here?” I asked.
“Two-year-old male named Charlie. His parents brought him for flu symptoms. They took him to their family doctor last week, and he’s not getting any better. He sleeps all day, vomiting on and off, and he’s been complaining his head hurts.”
“Sounds like the flu to me,” I spoke.
“That’s what I thought too until I was talking to him and noticed his asymmetric eye movements. His parents said that he falls whenever he goes to get up.”
“You think it’s a brain tumor?” I asked.
“AT/RT,” she spoke.
“Come on, Grace. I would say that’s jumping the gun.”
“I hope I’m wrong, but I don’t think I am. I’ve seen it before.”
I narrowed my eye at her and then slowly shook my head.
“Fine. I’ll schedule an MRI. Sedate him first and then bring him upstairs,” I spoke. “And I pray to God you’re wrong.”
“Me too,” she softly spoke as she walked back into the room.