'Haldol! ' Zack exclaimed, slamming his fist on the page. 'What in the hell is she doing on Haldol?'
The nurse's fury was not uncontained. 'Dr. Norman-excuse me, Don-' she corrected herself sweetly, put her on it Tuesday when she complained about his plan to transfer her to a nursing home. He called her a harpy.'
'Damn you, ' Norman hissed, his face now puffed and crimson. 'A nursing home? Norman, are you crazy? ' Is who crazy? ' Frank Iverson, hands on hips, stood just inside the unit door. Zack rubbed at the grit of fatigue and tension that had begun to g his eyes. 'This whole place, that's who, ' he said to no one and to everyone. 'This whole place is crazy.'
'Easy, Zack-o, ' Frank warned. 'Just stay cool. How's Annie? ' Zack lowered his hand and looked up at his brother. 'She's crazy. That's how she is. She's crazy because for the last five days she's been receiving a major tranquilizer. Her blood levels have been rising and she's been drifting further and further from reality until it's doubtful she even knew where she was when all this happened. She lost control of her bowels and was trying to crawl over the end of the bed to the bathroom when she fell. The nurse, here, tells me they didn't get in to check on her as soon as they should have because there's been such a staffing cutback that they're shorthanded. What kind of a goddamn place is this, Frank?'
'I… I think I'd better get back to my floor,' Doreen Lavalley said softly. 'Mr. Iverson, my resignation will be in the nursing office tomorrow morning.' Without waiting for a response, she whirled and hurried out. 'Don, what in the hell's going on here? ' Frank asked.
'Your brother, that's what,' Norman answered. 'He barges in here, starts examining my patient without even being consulted, badgers the nurse into making some rash statements about the hospital, and then accuses me of causing the woman to fall.' He turned to Zack. 'You've been trouble since the day you got here, and don't think we don't all know it. This hospital needs team players, Iverson. You're a grandstander.
Ultramed-Davis ran perfectly smoothly before you showed up, and it will do just as well after you've gone.'
'I'm not going anywhere, ' Zack said. 'Don't bank on it, ' Norman shot back. 'Easy, both of you, ' Frank said. 'First of all, just tell me, is that woman in there going to die tonight?'
'It was touch and go for a while,' Norman said. 'But I've gotten things under control. She's a bit disoriented, but she's not in any immediate danger. We'll wait a few days to let her cardiac situation calm down, and then Sam Christian'll fix hey hip.'
'Zack?'
'What?'
'Do you think that's the way it is?'
'I think, ' Zack said wearily, still resting his head on his hand, 'that Suzanne ought to be called in to take care of Annie. That's what I think.'
'Over my dead body, you arrogant son of a bitch, ' Norman rasped.
'Careful, Don, ' Zack said. 'That's Frank's mother you're talking about.'
'Will you two please stop it?
There are nurses and patients all over this place. Now, Don, tell me, did you have Annie on a tranquilizer or not? And for God's sake, keep your voice down.'
Donald Norman was losing what little control he had left. 'First of all, Frank, ' he said, 'I'll thank you not to tell me what to do with my voice. Second of all, I'll thank you and your brother, here, not to go questioning the therapy I choose for my patients. You may be the administrator here, but i'm the chief of the medical staff.'
Frank stepped forward until his face was less than a foot from Norman's.
His eyes were steely. 'Donald, one call from me, one'-he held up a finger for emphasis — 'and you'll be lucky to have a job scrubbing bedpans. You should know that. And if you don't think I have that kind of clout at Ultramed, just try me. Now take that chief of staff crap and stuff it. Then tell me what in the hell you were thinking when you put Annie Doucette on tranks.'
'Yeah, Don, ' Zack urged acidly, 'tell him.'
'Zack, will you please shut the fuck up for a minute and let me get to the bottom of this?'
Norman was visibly cowed. 'Frank, ' he pleaded, 'I was just trying to follow policy. The woman's DRG payments are about to run out. I have a bed lined up for her at the nursing home. That's just what I'm supposed to do. When I told her what was planned, she went berserk. She demanded more time in the hospital. That was out of the question. You know the rules as well as I do.'
'What rules?
' Zack asked. Frank ignored him. 'So you sedated her, ' he said. 'Jesus, Don. She worked for my goddamn family. Couldn't you have just called me?' 91… I didn't think to,'
'What rules? ' Zack asked again. 'Yes, what rules? ' The three men spun toward the voice. Clayton Iverson was just a few feet away, calmly appraising them all. His expression was nonthreatening, but Zack could see anger smoldering in his eyes. 'Judge, ' Frank said. 'You said you were going to wait out there with Mom.'
'I got impatient,'
'Well… well, good enough. I'm sure it's no great news to you that we can't always agree on everything in a hospital. Right?'
'Right.'
Frank smiled cheerily, but Zack knew he was shaken. 'Don, here, tells us Annie's still disoriented, but that her condition has stabilized. Isn't that so, Zack? Listen, Judge, why don't you get Mom and bring her in.
It's getting late, and I'm sure you both want to get on home.'
The Judge confronted him in a brief eyeball-to-eyeball showdown, but Frank easily held his own. 'All right, Frank, ' Clayton said evenly. 'As long as things are under control.'
'Don's an excellent internist, Judge, and Annie's getting his best shot.
Right, Zack?'
'Right.' Zack nearly choked on the word. 'Don, come, ' Frank said.
'Let's you and I go over some things before you call it a day.'
Without waiting for an answer, Frank took Norman by the arm and led him from the unit. 'How much of all that did you hear, Judge?'
Zack whispered. Clayton Iverson looked over at Annie, who was clumsily picking at the restraint that was holding her to the bed. 'Enough, Zachary, ' he said. 'I heard quite enough. I'm going to have that letter in Leigh Baron's hands tomorrow. Are you going to try and talk me out of it?'
Once again, Zack rubbed at the burning in his eyes. Even faced with this new reality, it was painful to accept that the promise of Ultramed-Davis-the sparkling physical plant and progressive approach to medicine-was no more than a veneer. Beneath the sheen, beneath the new equipment, the new specialists, and the intense public relations effort, the hospital had no soul. 'No, Judge, ' he said finally. 'Tomorrow I'm going to give you a look at the material Guy had put together against Ultramed. You go ahead and do whatever you feel you have to do. I'm not going to try and talk you out of anything.'
Zack waited until the Judge had left, and then called Suzanne. 'Zachary, do you know what time it is? ' she said blearily. 'Gee, no, ' he said,
'but give me a minute, and I'll see if I can find someone who does.'
'That's not funny.'
'Sorry. You don't sound so hot.'
'I'm not. I have a splitting headache, and sixty milligrams of Dalmane had me barely asleep when you called.'
'Sorry again.'
'I've just got to get some rest. Was there anything special you wanted? '
'No, ' he lied. 'Nothing special. I just wanted to see how you were.'
'Oh… well, can you call me in the morning?'
'Sure.'
'Thanks. I should go before this Dalmane wears off.' 4'Good-' The dial tone cut him off. The atmosphere in the shingled ranch Zack had leased from Pine Bough Realty was kept musty and comfortable by the lingering aroma of decades of hardwood fires. It was after one in the morning.
Seated in a frayed easy chair by the dormant hearth, Zack sipped from a cup of Constant Comment tea, absently scratched Cheap dog in his favorite behind-the-ear spot, and waited. Frank had asked him to stay up to
