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Updated: May 21, 2025
The surgeon at the General Hospital was bending over Pete. The surgeon shook his head, then turning he gave the attendant nurse a few brief directions, and passed on to another cot. As the nurse sponged Pete's arm, an interne poised a little glittering needle. "There's just a chance," the surgeon had said. At the quick stab of the needle, Pete's heavy eyes opened.
One day a young interne came to take a blood test. I protested mildly, saying that it was unnecessary and that I objected. "Oh, well," said the young doctor with a sneer and a supercilious shrug, "you know you're not mentally competent to decide such things." And the test was taken over my protest. It is scarcely possible to convey to you one's reaction to such an atmosphere.
"He was a docile creature. Why did you not defend yourself with the butt of your rifle?" "Why didn't he bite me with his tail?" asked Private Jones, with spirit. Dr. Harvey Wiley tells the following story: Sleepily, after a night off, a certain interne hastened to his hospital ward. The first patient was a stout old Irishman. "How goes it?" he inquired. "Faith, it'sh me breathin', doctor.
They swarmed and danced about him, sending a shout to his heart. "We're upside down ... we're upside down ... heels in air.... She made love to the interne as she did to you ... and the fiend is dead. Lies ... lies ... but who gives a damn?" The horn of a motor screeched. A woman and a man pattered by on a run, leaving a trail of laughter.
The day came when, the dressing over and the white coverings drawn up smoothly again over her slender body, the Avenue Girl voiced the question that her eyes had asked each time. "Am I going to lie in this hole all my life?" she demanded. The interne considered. "It isn't healing not very fast anyhow," he said. "If we could get a little skin to graft on you'd be all right in a jiffy.
For the reasons which I mentioned to you in my last, I would have you be interne in the Academy for the first six months; but after that, I promise you that you shall have lodgings of your own 'dans un hotel garni', if in the meantime I hear well of you, and that you frequent, and are esteemed in the best French companies.
Mary was chatting with the little interne, but as soon as she saw my face, she hurried toward me. "You look as though you'd seen a ghost. What was it, Bupps?" "Not here!" I cautioned. "Wait until we get outside!" We walked down the broad sunlit steps and climbed into the car. I felt like a traitor to let Mary even think that I suspected Helen, but my questions had to be answered.
At eight o'clock the interne, hurrying over in fresh ducks, with a laudable desire to make the rounds before the Staff began to drop in, found Billy Grant very still and with his eyes closed, and the Nurse standing beside the bed, pale and tremulous. "Why didn't you let me know?" he demanded, aggrieved. "I ought to have been called. I told you " "He isn't dead," said the Nurse breathlessly.
The ambulance whirled under the hooded carriage-entrance of the hospital, and instantly he was reduced to a zero in the nightmare succession of cork-floored halls, endless doors open on old women sitting up in bed, an elevator, the anesthetizing room, a young interne contemptuous of husbands.
The senior surgical interne, essaying assistance, was shoved aside by the senior surgical consultant, and stood by, aggrieved. It was the Lamb, after all, who brought the news to Sidney. The new activity had caught Dr. Ed, and she was alone now, her face buried against the back of a chair. "What are they going to do?" "Going after the bullet. Do you know who's going to do it?"
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