3. Violet
VIOLET
“Do you know how much longer it will be?”
The nurse consulted the chart she was carrying around and chewed on her bubblegum for a few seconds before answering, “It won’t be much longer now. Doctor Harrod has recommended Tanya to one of the best heart specialists around and he’ll be the one seeing you both today.”
At the mention of another doctor, Violet started to feel anxious. “So we’re not seeing Dr. Harrod?” He was one of the doctors she actually liked. “Is there a problem? Is everything okay with Tanya?”
“Everything is fine, Ms. Lewis. You can see Dr. Harrod but he’s with patients all day today so we can book something for tomorrow if you want. But you’ll be in good hands with Dr. Waterhouse. He’s one of the best doctors around and he’ll take good care of Tanya.”
Violet couldn’t help the edge in her voice, “By palming me off on someone else?”
“I can assure you, Ms. Lewis, Dr. Harrod isn’t palming Tanya off. Dr. Waterhouse only takes a few select patients because he is very methodical and he likes devoting more time with his patients.”
The nurse, whose name tag read Martha, patted Violet’s hand gently, “You’ll be fine, trust me.”
Feeling slightly reassured Violet smiled weakly and repeated her original question, “Will it be much longer?”
“Maybe another hour or so.”
“Dr. Waterhouse…is he nice?” She was worried they would be stuck with someone who wouldn’t be caring or concerned.
A young, very pretty nurse who couldn’t have been more than twenty five years old heard the question as she was passing by and answered for Martha, “Oh Dr. Waterhouse is very ,very nice,” she said with a dreamy little smile in her eyes, “and he’s the handsomest doctor in this hospital, all the nurses love working with him, he’s so charming and sex… ”
Martha interrupted the young nurse mid-sentence, “I think they were looking for you at Ward C, you’ve already come in late this morning.” she reprimanded her sharply.
The young nurse blushed and hurried off mumbling an apology.
Martha turned back towards Violet, “Can I get you or Tanya anything?”
“No, thank you,” she said and gestured towards the waiting room, “We’ll be here then, waiting.”
A short while later, they were directed to a consultation room to wait for Dr. Waterhouse.
As they waited, with Tanya studiously coloring in her drawing book, Violet recalled the nurse’s impulsive words and wondered what this famous doctor looked like.
When he entered the room, Violet’s first thought was the nurse hadn’t been exaggerating: he was without a doubt the handsomest man she had ever laid eyes on.
Her second thought was he was extremely young.
But what really caught her attention were his piercing blue eyes.
They were a clear, clear blue and filled with kindness.
He had a well-modulated voice, which inspired confidence, it was strong, firm and reassuring.
After being bounced around between so many doctors and people not taking Tanya’s condition seriously, Violet felt here at last was their savior.
As he introduced himself and shook her hand, an inexplicable warmth filled her heart and some inner instinct whispered he was the man who would bring back all the happiness and joy into their lives again.