"Jesus. I'm coming to that board meeting, Frank. I'm coming, and I'm going to tell the board and Ultramed what's going on here. The Judge may be paralyzed, but he saw what Ultramed and its policies did to Annie.
He's had time to review Beaulieu's evidence and to convince people how to vote. I'm going to be there to reinforce his position."
"Well, I spoke with him earlier this morning, and he's promised to keep hands off the whole affair."
"Frank, that's a fucking lie. I was just up there. The nurse told me the Judge won't see either of us."
Frank winked. "Then let's just say that if he had spoken with me, that's what he would have promised."
"You crazy bastard, Frank… You crazy, crazy bastard."
"I'll be happy to write you a letter of recommendation, provided the place you apply to is far enough away. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a hospital to run."
"I'll be seeing you later at the meeting."
"Try it if you want to, Zack-o.
The security guards will know exactly how to handle things if you show up there. And now, little brother, how about either you leave or I remind you of how much hurt you ended up with every time we fought behind the barn. I probably would enjoy that almost as much as I've enjoyed firing you… You take care, now. Y'hear?
" Numbly, Zack wandered from his brother's office and through the busy corridors of the hospital. The polished linoleum, the tile, the nurses bustling from one patient to the next in their starched whites, the framed prints in every room-how clean it all appeared on the surface, how perfect. The set of a movie. Zack smiled grimly at the thought.
Davis Regional had become a gleaming, movie-set hospital-Hollywood veneer with no soul. It was a nightmare. And now, a nightmare he could do no more than walk away from. He drifted into the intensive care unit.
Suzanne, wearing surgical scrubs beneath her lab coat, was in Toby's cubicle, moving about the heavily bandaged child in a way that could only mean trouble. At the foot of the bed, Owen Walsh, the pediatrician, watched, his perpetually cheerful expression darkened by concern. "Hi," she said, glancing over only momentarily. "Glad you could make it."
She studied the monitor, and then emptied the contents of a syringe into Toby's IV line. "Problems? " Zack asked. Having just been fired from the staff, he found himself strangely reluctant to approach the bedside.
"These last sixteen hours have been like a crash refresher course for me in pediatric pharmacology, " she said without looking up. "Every time his temp goes up, his rhythm goes crazy. What we're doing here amounts to nothing more than a holding action. I sure wish we knew what was going on."
I do know, he wanted to say. Instead, he forced himself to the head of the bed, where he made a quick check of Toby's pupils, eye grounds, and reflexes. While there was still no definite evidence of irreversible damage, there was certainly no sign of improvement. "We've got the promise of a bed for him in Boston, " Owen Walsh said. "But they can't transfer him until late this afternoon or this evening."
Take him away from this place, away from Jack Pearl, and you take him away from his only chance. Again, Zack's thought went unspoken.
"Anything I can do in the meantime? " he asked. "You can review the steroids he's getting." Suzanne checked the temperature reading from the rectal probe. "Back down to one-oh-two. And look, Zack-his rhythm's stable again. Damn, what's going on?"
"If you're able to leave, " he said, "I'd like to talk to you for a minute."
Suzanne checked the monitor and Toby's chest, and then glanced over at Walsh. "Just don't go too far, " the pediatrician said. "We'll be right outside in the waiting room, Owen, " she replied. "Besides, you're doing fine here."
Walsh smiled. "She saves this child's life at least five times in one night, and she says I'm doing fine."
"Nonsense. I'll be back in a little bit. Hang in there."
As soon as the door to the ICU waiting room clicked shut, Suzanne threw her arms about Zack's chest and buried her head against his shoulder. "I knew you'd come back, " she said. "I'm so damn proud of you of both of us. Listen, as soon as we get Toby off to Boston, let's go to my place for dinner. Helene's going to take Jen for the night, and I have a batch of shrimp in the fridge and-"
"Suzanne-"
"No, listen, it's my guilt for acting the way I did in the E. R. last night, and only shrimp sauteed in garlic butter will-" He held her by the shoulders and moved her away. "Suzanne, Frank just fired me."
"He what?"
"Effective immediately."
"He can't do that."
"Can and did. He even was kind enough to present me with a set of the corporate laws to prove he can."
He held up the book for her to see. Only then did he realize how totally drained she looked. Her face was pale and drawn, her eyes reddened with strain and fatigue. "This is crazy, " she said. "What reason did he give?"
"Actually, according to page seven here, he doesn't need a reason. But just to be fair, he provided a couple, being drunk while on call technically, I was, you see-being a disruptive influence. Hell, I can't even remember everything he said. Listen, you look really wasted. Why don't you find an empty bed and crash for an hour or two? I'll watch Toby. Frank won't even know I'm in the hospital. And even if he finds out, he won't do anything about it. Owen's too panicked about being left alone to allow that. We'll talk later, after we get the child to Boston."
"No, Zack. I'm fine. Really." she said. "But Zack, we can't let him do this,"
"You don't understand. This isn't a hospital the way we were trained to know one. It's a merchandise mart that hires doctors and nurses and technicians. And Frank is the president to that company-at least here in Sterling he is. He hires, and he can fire. Except with someone like Guy Beaulieu. In Guy's case, Frank didn't want the hassle Beaulieu was threatening him with, so be just took the route of destroying the man by rumor and innuendo. He admitted being responsible for all of that." 66 TO you?"
"He had already fired me. What did he have to be afraid of? He was actually boasting when he told me."
Suzanne sank onto the sofa. "Oh, Zack, " was all she could manage.
"Listen, Suze, this is my problem, and I'll work it out."
"No, " she said suddenly' whatt' "No, it,s not your problem-at least not yours alone. It's all of ours. The medical staff, I mean. We're going to fight this."
"Suzanne, I don't want anyone else getting hurt because-"
"No,)isten to me. For years now, at least as long as I've been here, the doctors in this hospital have been acting like… like ostriches.
This isn't the first time there's been a problem between Frank or Don Norman and staff doctors, Zack. It isn't the first time one of us has clashed with the system here and then suddenly found himself out. Don't you remember what Wil Marshfield said that first night? And I've been as much of an ostrich as anyone-so grateful for getting out of the trouble I was in that I've turned my back on any number of company decisions that might not have been in the best interests of our patients. I didn't feel committed enough to any one issue to make waves. But dammit, I feel committed now."
"Suzanne, I don't want you-"
"Please. You had the guts to come back and face the music. And now, dammit, I'm going to see to it that the medical staff gets behind you.
It's time we stood up for this community-time that we stood up for our own… She rose and took his hands. "Zack, hang in here. Please. Do it for all of us. If I can just get us to present a unified front, I'm sure the medical staff can stand up to the coq@oration. And if we can't get Ultramed to listen, then… then we'll just take our case to the community."
"You think you could pull that off? " he asked. "I'm tougher than I look." He touched her cheek. "That's not saying much, you know."