The Case of T.P. Wallace
Chapter Nine
I ask Bilger again about Thad’s procedure as we make our way towards open cafeteria seats. He does not answer me but instead slams his food tray on the blue table.
As he sits down, he firmly says, “You know, you get too attached to your patients sometimes.”
I nibble on my fries and repeat, “Sometimes?”
He sniffs, “You often get attached to your patients and it’s often weird, Nia.”
I puff, “Giving patients the premium care and attention they deserve is not weird but apart of my job. Did you think about it, Elliot?”
“I don’t feel fully confident on working on such a damaged case like Thad-Palmer Wallace’s condition. There’s too much holes I can’t leave out.”
“Where’s the Elliot Bilger I knew and loved back from graduate school?” I challenge him as I punch his left shoulder softly.
“Now you’re just flirting with death.”
I raise an eyebrow. “That isn’t a no.”
My pager vibrates in my palms.
“Dr. Desai, you are needed in operating room seven. Dr. Desai, make your way to Room Seven.”
As he sits down, he firmly says, “You know, you get too attached to your patients sometimes.”
I nibble on my fries and repeat, “Sometimes?”
He sniffs, “You often get attached to your patients and it’s often weird, Nia.”
I puff, “Giving patients the premium care and attention they deserve is not weird but apart of my job. Did you think about it, Elliot?”
“I don’t feel fully confident on working on such a damaged case like Thad-Palmer Wallace’s condition. There’s too much holes I can’t leave out.”
“Where’s the Elliot Bilger I knew and loved back from graduate school?” I challenge him as I punch his left shoulder softly.
“Now you’re just flirting with death.”
I raise an eyebrow. “That isn’t a no.”
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My pager vibrates in my palms.
“Dr. Desai, you are needed in operating room seven. Dr. Desai, make your way to Room Seven.”