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--></style></head><body lang=EN-US style='word-wrap:break-word'><div class=WordSection1><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>Mission: Lights, Camera….Action?</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>Day: 1</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>Stardate: 2446.01.01/2025.06.30</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>(Toronto, Canada - St Michaels Hospital - CSO Lt Erin Cortez/Genevieve Rhodes & Doctor Lindsay Devereaux - 1421)</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>Erin sat on the bed, tapping her knee. She was nervous but something in her had changed. She knew what she needed to do and was feeling stronger about it as every moment passed.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>Holding her phone, she had checked that the phone call had been made and discovered it hadn't. The phone had been switched off. Closing her eyes, she sighed as she waited for the doctor.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>~Curious, she didn't look that sick.~ Lindsay thought as she looked over the lab results. ~WBC count that high and she would have to have a systemic infection or something like a burst appendix.~</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>Lindsay knocked on the exam room door. "Ms. Rhoades… it's me, Dr. Devereaux."</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"Come in."</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"Your lab results came back," the redhead began.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"Oh? Is it bad?"</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>Lindsay put on her best "terrible news" face. "News, but it's not good news. Your labs seem to indicate you're fighting a massive infection."</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"But… I feel fine.. oh no." She closed her eyes again, knowing that something wasn't right. Something wasn't right at all.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"I'm going to take your temperature if that's alright?" Lindsay said.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"Sure." Erin watched her carefully. She knew her guard was up but something about this women was saying that she could trust her.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>She took out a device that had a curved handle, rounded squarish on top. It almost looked like a particle weapon. Lindsay pointed it at her patient and activated it via a button with her thumb. In an instant the device beeped.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"Thirty-seven point one. Definitely not a fever," she announced, and placed the thermometer back into her lab coat pocket.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"I told you I feel fine. I fainted is all. "</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"Any history of immunocompromising illnesses?" Lindsay began running through possibilities of what could make what she saw before her make sense. ~She's not tachypneic, no tachycardia, no hypotension, all her vital signs were normal.~</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"No."</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"Auto-immune?"</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"No."</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"Malignant hyper or hypothermia?"</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"Is this really all necessary?"</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"You've been patient with me, I know. I'm grateful for that. Your labs don't make sense, given your current condition and admitted history." Lindsay explained.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"I… "</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"I would like to redraw your labs to see if there was an error," the doctor said cautiously. ~I hate having patients be poked unnecessarily.~</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>Erin went silent. She was beginning to understand what had happened. </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"I have to rule out any errors," the Doctor began, "the chances the labs are inaccurate…"</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"If you need to, you can draw blood but.."</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>Honestly, Lindsay had expected a fight, a verbal discussion. She didn't expect her to acquiesce so quickly. "Oh, well, that's good," the surprise creeped into her voice.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"Doctor Devereaux, I don’t know the procedure here for things like this but I'm a little concerned. "</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"Concerned about the venipuncture? Perfectly common and safe procedure…" she began.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"No, not that. About staying here, alone."</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>~She's not concerned about the medicine, something else is happening.~ Suspicious, now, "What's going on?"</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"Nurse Turkelton, I asked him to call Kyle, he took my phone, turned it off and never called him. He keeps asking me questions, talking about his headshots and, he…."</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"Is he harassing you?" Lindsay asked cautiously.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"He keeps saying he's my number one fan and he'll look after me. He shouted at me just before… I just, I need to get out."</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"New plan." Lindsay said. "<i>I </i>draw the blood. Only this time you don't wait for the results. The moment I'm done you sign out via the AMA form, Against Medical Advice. Turn on your phone, call Kyle and make your way to the police station. File a grievance with one of the Officers there I trust a Detective O'Toole. Tell them you will only speak with him. With you safe, and with your statement on a police report I can go after that nurse and have him relieved." </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"Okay. Sounds like a plan." Erin said, calmly. For once she felt strong and able. The doctor had believed her and that spoke volumes. Holding out her arm, she nodded.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>Luckily for her patient Lindsay had paid part of her way through medical school as a phlebotomist. It didn't take her long to gather the equipment needed. She donned gloves and then applied the constricting band, wiped the site with an alcohol pad. It took mere seconds for the wetness to dry. "Ready?" Lindsay asked rhetorically. "One, two, three, poke."</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>Wincing a little as the needle went in, Erin turned her head away. "I feel sorry for him."</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>~Good, talking will distract you.~ The first tube with a serum separator had already filled most of the way. Her skilled hands switched tubes to one with the lithium heparin additive. "How so? My father always said: He made his bed, now he has to lay in it."</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"I mean, I'm not perfect. Genevieve is not perfect. Sorry that sounded odd but I mean that what must be going on his life that he fixated on me."</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"Psychology is not my forte." Lindsay admitted. "Could be any number of disorders, maybe he doesn't realize it's wrong." She switched out to the final tube containing EDTA. "Maybe his aims are financial? Sell signatures or he thinks you are his way into the biz."</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"Either way, he could just ask rather than trying to keep me here, shouting at me and saying I upset him."</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"Again," Lindsay finished, removed the needle, switching it out with a sterile gauze pad. "Hold here." She instructed. "I don't think he's entirely in his right mind." She took the needle and threw it in a nearby sharps container. "I got it." She said regaining control of the venipuncture site. She then wrapped her patient's arm with a small length of bright green self-adherent wrap.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"To be honest, I just want to get put of here and go home. That and kick Kyle's ass for leaving me." She replied with a smile. </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"About that." Lindsay said, she gathered all the wrappers for her equipment and threw all the unneeded rubbish away. Only then did she remove her gloves and squirt a bit of foul smelling antiseptic gel into her hands. "I have your AMA paperwork here."</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"Okay." Erin replied, flexing her arm a little to ease the sting of where the blood had been taken.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>The doctor handed over a clipboard with a small stack of three papers. Everything had been filled out with the name: Rhodes, Genevieve. "First page is your current tentative diagnosis, psychosomatic syncope, means you passed out due to an emotional shock. It's just off of our patient care library. It has some hints to help your recovery, manage your symptoms, things to avoid etc. That's yours to keep."</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"Thanks." She replied, taking the paper and putting it in her bag.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"Your AMA form is actually two pages single sided. The first one explains all the bad things that could happen to you as a result of leaving against medical advice. Our legal team makes these include some worst case scenario so we don't get sued, so bear with me. Including but not limited to: Recurrence of the same problem, which can be a detriment to activities after the fact. Sudden loss of consciousness could secondarily cause other injuries and illness, including but not limited to: Coma, mechanical falls causing further injuries, concussion, contusions, lacerations or fractures, and other serious injuries not listed here, upto and including death. Initial here." </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>Nodding, she listened. Part of her wanting to tell the Doctor to hurry up so she could leave.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"Second page, summarized says: You will not hold St. Michael's Hospital, it's Emergency Room or any of the employee's liable for performing their job to the standards set for by hospital policy, and all applicable Canadian laws. Standard good Samaritan law verbiage. Sign here."</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>Erin paused for a brief moment, pen in hand. ~sign Genevieve not Erin!~ she thought to herself as she looked at the paper and signed.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"Do you want a copy of this?" She asked.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"No thanks. If you can't trust a doctor, who can you trust?" She replied with a smile.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>Lindsay reached into her shirt pocket, "And here's my card. If you need anything, let me know." </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"Am I free now, Doctor?"</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>She chuckled, "Yeah, you're free to go. Remember I won't have the proof I need to reprimand the nurse without your police report."</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"I'll head straight to the police station. Thankyou for being so understanding."</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>"Not a problem." Lindsay said with a smile. She clutched the clipboard to her chest as her patient left the room. She steeled herself. She was not looking forward to the confrontation that was going to happen in the coming week.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='color:black'> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>(Reply none)</span><o:p></o:p></p><p style='margin:0in;background:white'><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:black'>(Posted by Jackie and Todd)</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal id="yMail_cursorElementTracker_1621279609853"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“<span style='color:black'>The only way to defeat fear is to tell it 'No'." No - we will not take shortcuts on the path to righteousness. No - we will not break the rules that protect us from our basest instincts. No - we will not allow desperation to destroy moral authority.” - Michael Burnham, Star Trek: Discovery</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“No, I’m from Iowa, I only work in outer space.” – Adm. James T. Kirk, “Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home”<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Todd Holladay<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>SGT, IA ARNG (Retired)<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p></div><div id="DAB4FAD8-2DD7-40BB-A1B8-4E2AA1F9FDF2"><br />
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