Bad Doctor
Authors: John Locke
Bad Doctor
a Dr. Gideon Box Novel
by
John Locke
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BAD DOCTOR
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Table of Contents
I
I’M DR. GIDEON Box.
If you’re coming after me, don’t do it in a hospital.
That’s my domain.
And don’t piss me off in the real world and expect a smooth hospital stay in the future, because I have a long memory, and no one is exempt. If you’re not a patient but your loved ones are, I’ll harass
them
.
Before you bully me in a bar, embarrass me on a date, or refuse to replace the shitty car you sold me, think about this: you’ll never be more vulnerable in your life than when you’re spending the night in a hospital. You’re out of your element, drugged, and totally dependent on our schedules and personnel. When you’re here, you’re
not
family. You’re prey!
Your wife just had a procedure and needs her sleep?
Good luck with that.
I’ll swing by the nurse’s station, make a notation on her chart. Every two hours someone will be in her room, waking her up, changing her IV, moving her around. If you’re not guarding her closely I might slip in her room, flip her on her side, lift up her gown, check out her ass. Or maybe I’ll feel her up while pretending to listen to her heart with my stethoscope.
Don’t get me wrong. I have no interest in your wife’s nude body. I’d only view or touch her because I can, and because it’s another way to beat you.
You get what I’m saying?
Don’t fuck with me.
II
I DIDN’T KILL Joe’s mom last week.
I
could
have killed her, but one glance at her chart told me the hospital didn’t need my help. Her catheter should have been removed a day earlier. Since it wasn’t, I figured the nurses forgot it.
I was right.
Like ventilators, catheters are breeding grounds for infection. Sixty-five thousand patients a year die from infections caused by these two pieces of equipment.
I never knew Joe’s mom, but thirty years ago Joe and I were on the sixth grade track team. A half-dozen of us were in the showers after practice the day Joe smacked my ass with a wet towel. I ignored it, but he kept smacking me. The others taunted me to do something about it. When I confronted Joe, he beat the shit out of me.
Picture me in a fetal position on the floor, clutching my stomach in agony. Now picture Joe and his friends pissing on me as a group, drenching me from head to toe.
Laughing.
Like I said, I didn’t know Joe’s mom, and didn’t kill her.
But I let her die last week from an infection I could’ve prevented.
III
I’M NOT AN angel of mercy. I don’t kill random patients.
I’ve got a list.
If you’re on my list, it means you’ve done something I refuse to forgive. It’s probably something minor to you, something you forgot long ago. But like the Stones said in the second best song they ever recorded,
time is on my side
.
Like everyone else in the world, you and your loved ones will eventually get sick or have an accident. And when you do, you better not come to
my
hospital, because I can kill you, maim you, infect you, humiliate you, frighten you, aggravate you, and generally fuck up your life in a thousand different ways.
Want an example?
I bet you didn’t know that every year three hundred hospital patients burst into flames during routine operations.
Three
hundred
!
You think all those are
accidents
?
Thirty-six items in a standard operating room can explode under the right conditions. What I’m saying, I can turn your chest into a fireball using nothing more than an alcohol swab and a hot cautery device.
So don’t piss me off.
And tread lightly, because I’m tightly wound. Every day it takes less and less to piss me off.
IV
I’M THE LAST guy you want to meet in the hospital—and
not
because I’m a vindictive son of a bitch.
I
am
a vindictive son of a bitch, but the reason you don’t want to meet me is I’m your child’s last hope for survival. When they wheel your kid into
my
operating room, it means his problems are so severe no one else can perform the surgery.
That’s because I’m the most technically gifted congenital/cardiothoracic surgeon in the world.
That’s right, in the
world
.
Think I’m bragging?