Unnatural Selection

Savannah had also felt perturbed at the intrusiveness of this man. She was at the end of a ten-hour shift where she had helped treat a heart attack victim, a stroke victim, two fight participants--one of whom was left with a blowout fracture of his orbit--and various other minor emergencies. Savannah just wanted to go home and go to sleep, and she was in no mood to deal with one last pushy patient. But as Savannah looked up she realized the tall young man with piercing blue eyes and blond, slightly disheveled hair was not a patient. The man before Savannah on the other side of the counter was wearing a neatly pressed blue and white dress shirt, a silk tie, a gold tie clasp, and a straight-from-the-cleaners white lab coat with the name "Hunter Davis, M.D." embroidered above the breast pocket.

Hunter finally spoke, "I’m Hunter Davis, the new family practitioner. Could you please direct me to Dr. Hockman’s office?"

The older nurse intervened. "Just go through those doors there, it’s the third office on the left," the older nurse said.

"Thank you," said Hunter smiling.

Hunter returned his gaze to Savannah, then spoke, "By the way, see that man leaning against the wall that appears to be sleeping?" Before Savannah had a chance to say anything, Hunter continued, "He is apparently falling into a hypoglycemic coma."

With that remark Hunter turned and went through the doors, as both nurses jumped from their respective chairs to rush to the aid of the sleeping man, who was actually in the early stages of insulin shock.

Hunter walked down the hall feeling triumphant and also glad the man was going to get the proper care he desperately needed. As he came to the door marked Barry Hockman, M.D., Hunter was not sure if he had made a good impression or a bad impression on the pretty nurse, but he felt sure he had left an impression. Hunter thought to himself that he would make sure their paths would cross again soon.