ONE NORMAL LIFE / TWO EXTRAORDINARY LIVES
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BLACK SHEEP
CHAPTER 40 - BLACK SHEEP
“Dr. Turner’s residence,” said a woman’s voice.
“This is Elizabeth Worthington, may I please speak with Dr. Turner, it’s about my husband William and it’s an emergency.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry, he’s gone gog fog for the day.”
“Is there any way at all to reach him? I’ve already tried his cell phone and pager numbers,” Buffy said.
Buffy heard her laugh; “If this was any other day, I would be able to get in touch with him easily, but today is Richard’s birthday and some of his doctor buddies decided to take him to the Black Sheep Golf Club in Sugar Grove."
"Yeah, so?" Asked Buffy, impatiently.
"I'm sorry, I'm Catherine, his wife. Your name was Elizabeth?"
"Yes."
"The thing is, Elizabeth, the Black Sheep Golf Club is a men's only golf course. One of the few left around here. Personally, I abhor the idea and so does Rick, but his buddies...anyway, they not only don't allow women, but no cell phones, no pagers, no laptops; in other words, nothing that any pesky female might use as a way to get a hold of their men! His buddies came to get him about 8 this morning for a day of male bonding."
"Well, Catherine, let me tell you what the hospital and this other doctor have done to my husband!"
Buffy then told Catherine as much as she could about what had happened since last night.
"I know about William, Rick mentioned him. Nothing personal, that wouldn't be ethical and Rick isn't anything, if not ethical. He told me about him, thinking it's 1880 and about your visit yesterday. He was upset that he had been stripped of being his doctor."
"Stripped?"
"Well, that's what Rick called it. Some big-shot doctor came on staff suddenly, and the higher-ups decided to let him have some of Rick's patient's and...well, you already know this. Look, I have an idea on how you can get onto that golf course, but it's going to take some ingenuity and some balloons!"
"Huh?"
An hour later, Buffy, in the back seat of Bernie's cab, surrounded by balloons and a clown’s outfit was on the way to Sugar Grove.
"How long before we get there?" she asked again.
"About 10 minutes," Bernie said. She had told him about what had happened to William on the way there.
"He's a lucky fellow."
Buffy made a strangled sound.
"No, I don't mean what's happening to him now. I mean that you love him this much to do all this for him, even go to a golf course dressed like a clown in order to see his doctor," he said, shaking his head in admiration. "There's not many people who love somebody that much in this world."
Buffy sniffed, "Don't make me cry, you're going to ruin my clown make-up, she said, as she applied red grease paint to her lips. She maneuvered about the back seat and got the costume on, just as the cab came to a stop.
"Well, here we are, Black Sheep Golf Club! Good luck, Buffy. I'll be waiting for you," Bernie said.
Getting out of the cab, Buffy pulled the dozen big balloons with her.
She walked into the club and to the rental desk.
"I have a special delivery for Dr. Richard Turner from his wife and the doctors at the psycrd ard at The University of Chicago," she said, making sure to add the magic words after wife, "can you please tell me what hole he's playing right now?" Buffy askeearteart pounding.
Everyone in the clubhouse had stopped to look at the clown "U "Um, er, well...this is not usually allowed...but what the heck, seeing that it's Rick's birthday. Let's see. He ought to be down by the lake about now. Tell you what, I'll get someone to drive you over in a cart, how's that?" the man at the desk asked.
Buffy nodded, relieved. She hadn't relished making a run for it through the golf course.
Ten minutes later, the cart pulled up near a pretty lake where a group of golfers were taking their turns.
"That's him over there, in the tan slacks, tan cap, and white polo shirt," he said pointing her toward Dr. Turner.
Buffy walked over and all of a sudden all the golfers turned their eyes toward her as she walked to Dr. Turner.
"Happy Birthday from your wife and The University of Chicago Psych ward doctors!" Buffy proclaimed handing Dr. Turner a note, which read:
"Darling, sorry to disturb,
Sending this clown and phony blurb.
Your former patient William W. is dire,
His new doctor, like a gun for hire.
Your orders went into a latrine,
Instead, mega doses of Thorazine.
Ativan, Haldol, and seizures ensued,
Elizabeth and I putting our trust in you.
Happy Birthday, dear husband Rick,
Wouldn't bother you with a tricI hoI hope your friends pick up the tab
Hurry now, love, waiting for you is a cab."
Dr. Turner had quickly forced his face to remain emotionless as he read the strange note. Finally he looked up and at the clown, seeing her for the first time for who she was.
Buffy held her breath. He could either tell her to leave or help her.
He looked at his buddies with a suggestive look and said, "Guys, I'm going to have to take my leave of you. Seems my wife and some of my friends have just made me an offer I can't refuse!"
Sounds of disappointment, along with lots of male backslapping and lewd suggestions went all around. Dr. Turner picked up his golf clubs and bag and waved goodbye as him and Buffy strode over to the golf cart.
"Leaving so soon?" the driver asked.
"Birthday fun beckons!" Dr. Turner answered.
They got off the cart and walked over toward the cab, "Elizabeth?"
Buffy nodded.
"I was almost positive it was you, just wanted to make sure. Now tell me everything that has happened," he said, as they got into the cab.
Buffy introduced the two men, then proceeded to tell Dr. Turner what had happened to William since last night, as she took the clown make-up off.
Dr. Turner’s face had gotten red, as she told him about the drugs and the seizure that followed.
“Stupid, incompetent bastard!” Dr. Turnerd.
d.
“How could he do this?” Buffy asked, “how could he just over-ride you like that? Put William on drugs?”
“I don’t know. I mean, it’s his right as a doctor to recommend what he thinks is best, but no doctor I know just carte-blanc puts a patient on drugs like this without due cause. And from what you’ve told me, there was none.”
He looked at her, “How did you find ouout out the drug dosages and the seizures?” he asked her.
She just looked at him.
“Inside information, huh? Well, I believe you and it doesn’t matter to me. If what you’ve told me is true, then we’re going to get this fixed as soon as we can. I promise you that, Elizabeth. I’m not going to let some rogue doctor come in and harm my patients, or any other patients, for that matter,” he said, his voice steely, “but I do need to look at the charts myself.”
She nodded, just as her phone rang.
“Buffy?”
“Willow? What did you find out? Wait, I’ve got Dr. Turner, William’s original doctor here in the cab with me, I’m going to turn up the volume, so we can both hear you, okay?”
They listened to Willow tell about Dr. Polydefkis’ record of excesses and his being dismi fro from 5 different hospitals around the country, and 2 overseas, as well as his license being suspended only last year for the death of a patient due to overdosing. He’d been on probation three other times for the same thing, but in each case, it couldn’t be proved. She also brought up his medical school transcripts, from 3 schools; each of which had dismissed him before he’d finished. Once for abnormally poor performance, once for cheating on an exam, and the third time for killing a patient when he worked in a psych ward in Florida as an intern.
“So where did he graduate from?” asked Dr. Turner.
“That’s just it, I don’t think that he did. There’s no record of his being a doctor anywhere. Not a real one,” Willow answered.
“Can you fax this to me and email it?” Dr. Turner asked, and gave Willow the numbers.
“Buffy, I need to talk to you,” Willow said.
Buffy turned the volume back down, “Go ahead, Will.”
“I think we were right about the connection to Wolfram & Hart. I pulled up Dr. Polydefkis’ phone records and there’s numerous calls from them showing up, as late as 2 days ago.”
“Oh, God!” Buffy said, “but is he?”
“I don’t know, Buffy. Lookke hke he’s just someone who is evil in his own right, someone they could easily persuade to do their dirty work for them. I think they’re trying to get Spike into some sort of a state so they can take him. That’s what it looks like. He’s separated from the normal population, from you, and doped up. It would be easy to do this to him.”
“Oh, God!” Buffy said, again, not being able to say more.
“Buffy, if you need to say more to me, just try to think it real hard, we may still ble tle to communicate this way.”
“Can you hear me Willow?” Buffy said real hard.
Nothing.
“Oh well, listen, Buffy, I want you to know that I’ve gotten permission from the coven to do what needs to be done to protect Spike. They know of his sacrifice and because of this, they’ve granted me all that I’ll need. I’ll be able to protect him as soon as I get there. Don’t worry, okay?”
“Are you serious,” Buffy asked.
“I’m totally serious. I’ve got some major mojo to pct hct him. Nobody is going to take him away from you. He’s here and he’s real, and he’s going to stay here!” Willow said, “Oh, and I’ll be in around midnight. I’ll call you before I land.”
“When are you leaving?”
“I’m at the airport, in fact, they’ve just called my flight!”
“Willow…how on earth did you do this all so fast? The looking up? The other thing?” Buffy asked, in wonder.
“Don’t you know? Sometimes all you need is a little magic, especially if your friends lives are in danger!”
“I love you, Willow!”
“I love you too, Buffy! See you tonight!”
TBC
***Hey, believe it or not, when looking up a golf course I could use, I actually found this coursehttp://www.travelgolf.com/departments/authorarchives/index.htm that doesn't allow women. It gave me an idea, not only to have the doctor there, but how would Buffy get onto it. And of course, there had to be a clown. Not an evil clown. Evil doctor enough for one story, wouldn't you say? And so...please R & R, but wait a few days if you’re emailing me, otherwise, I'll miss the email for all the spam that will usurp it! Darn spam. Enjoy!
“Dr. Turner’s residence,” said a woman’s voice.
“This is Elizabeth Worthington, may I please speak with Dr. Turner, it’s about my husband William and it’s an emergency.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry, he’s gone gog fog for the day.”
“Is there any way at all to reach him? I’ve already tried his cell phone and pager numbers,” Buffy said.
Buffy heard her laugh; “If this was any other day, I would be able to get in touch with him easily, but today is Richard’s birthday and some of his doctor buddies decided to take him to the Black Sheep Golf Club in Sugar Grove."
"Yeah, so?" Asked Buffy, impatiently.
"I'm sorry, I'm Catherine, his wife. Your name was Elizabeth?"
"Yes."
"The thing is, Elizabeth, the Black Sheep Golf Club is a men's only golf course. One of the few left around here. Personally, I abhor the idea and so does Rick, but his buddies...anyway, they not only don't allow women, but no cell phones, no pagers, no laptops; in other words, nothing that any pesky female might use as a way to get a hold of their men! His buddies came to get him about 8 this morning for a day of male bonding."
"Well, Catherine, let me tell you what the hospital and this other doctor have done to my husband!"
Buffy then told Catherine as much as she could about what had happened since last night.
"I know about William, Rick mentioned him. Nothing personal, that wouldn't be ethical and Rick isn't anything, if not ethical. He told me about him, thinking it's 1880 and about your visit yesterday. He was upset that he had been stripped of being his doctor."
"Stripped?"
"Well, that's what Rick called it. Some big-shot doctor came on staff suddenly, and the higher-ups decided to let him have some of Rick's patient's and...well, you already know this. Look, I have an idea on how you can get onto that golf course, but it's going to take some ingenuity and some balloons!"
"Huh?"
An hour later, Buffy, in the back seat of Bernie's cab, surrounded by balloons and a clown’s outfit was on the way to Sugar Grove.
"How long before we get there?" she asked again.
"About 10 minutes," Bernie said. She had told him about what had happened to William on the way there.
"He's a lucky fellow."
Buffy made a strangled sound.
"No, I don't mean what's happening to him now. I mean that you love him this much to do all this for him, even go to a golf course dressed like a clown in order to see his doctor," he said, shaking his head in admiration. "There's not many people who love somebody that much in this world."
Buffy sniffed, "Don't make me cry, you're going to ruin my clown make-up, she said, as she applied red grease paint to her lips. She maneuvered about the back seat and got the costume on, just as the cab came to a stop.
"Well, here we are, Black Sheep Golf Club! Good luck, Buffy. I'll be waiting for you," Bernie said.
Getting out of the cab, Buffy pulled the dozen big balloons with her.
She walked into the club and to the rental desk.
"I have a special delivery for Dr. Richard Turner from his wife and the doctors at the psycrd ard at The University of Chicago," she said, making sure to add the magic words after wife, "can you please tell me what hole he's playing right now?" Buffy askeearteart pounding.
Everyone in the clubhouse had stopped to look at the clown "U "Um, er, well...this is not usually allowed...but what the heck, seeing that it's Rick's birthday. Let's see. He ought to be down by the lake about now. Tell you what, I'll get someone to drive you over in a cart, how's that?" the man at the desk asked.
Buffy nodded, relieved. She hadn't relished making a run for it through the golf course.
Ten minutes later, the cart pulled up near a pretty lake where a group of golfers were taking their turns.
"That's him over there, in the tan slacks, tan cap, and white polo shirt," he said pointing her toward Dr. Turner.
Buffy walked over and all of a sudden all the golfers turned their eyes toward her as she walked to Dr. Turner.
"Happy Birthday from your wife and The University of Chicago Psych ward doctors!" Buffy proclaimed handing Dr. Turner a note, which read:
"Darling, sorry to disturb,
Sending this clown and phony blurb.
Your former patient William W. is dire,
His new doctor, like a gun for hire.
Your orders went into a latrine,
Instead, mega doses of Thorazine.
Ativan, Haldol, and seizures ensued,
Elizabeth and I putting our trust in you.
Happy Birthday, dear husband Rick,
Wouldn't bother you with a tricI hoI hope your friends pick up the tab
Hurry now, love, waiting for you is a cab."
Dr. Turner had quickly forced his face to remain emotionless as he read the strange note. Finally he looked up and at the clown, seeing her for the first time for who she was.
Buffy held her breath. He could either tell her to leave or help her.
He looked at his buddies with a suggestive look and said, "Guys, I'm going to have to take my leave of you. Seems my wife and some of my friends have just made me an offer I can't refuse!"
Sounds of disappointment, along with lots of male backslapping and lewd suggestions went all around. Dr. Turner picked up his golf clubs and bag and waved goodbye as him and Buffy strode over to the golf cart.
"Leaving so soon?" the driver asked.
"Birthday fun beckons!" Dr. Turner answered.
They got off the cart and walked over toward the cab, "Elizabeth?"
Buffy nodded.
"I was almost positive it was you, just wanted to make sure. Now tell me everything that has happened," he said, as they got into the cab.
Buffy introduced the two men, then proceeded to tell Dr. Turner what had happened to William since last night, as she took the clown make-up off.
Dr. Turner’s face had gotten red, as she told him about the drugs and the seizure that followed.
“Stupid, incompetent bastard!” Dr. Turnerd.
d.
“How could he do this?” Buffy asked, “how could he just over-ride you like that? Put William on drugs?”
“I don’t know. I mean, it’s his right as a doctor to recommend what he thinks is best, but no doctor I know just carte-blanc puts a patient on drugs like this without due cause. And from what you’ve told me, there was none.”
He looked at her, “How did you find ouout out the drug dosages and the seizures?” he asked her.
She just looked at him.
“Inside information, huh? Well, I believe you and it doesn’t matter to me. If what you’ve told me is true, then we’re going to get this fixed as soon as we can. I promise you that, Elizabeth. I’m not going to let some rogue doctor come in and harm my patients, or any other patients, for that matter,” he said, his voice steely, “but I do need to look at the charts myself.”
She nodded, just as her phone rang.
“Buffy?”
“Willow? What did you find out? Wait, I’ve got Dr. Turner, William’s original doctor here in the cab with me, I’m going to turn up the volume, so we can both hear you, okay?”
They listened to Willow tell about Dr. Polydefkis’ record of excesses and his being dismi fro from 5 different hospitals around the country, and 2 overseas, as well as his license being suspended only last year for the death of a patient due to overdosing. He’d been on probation three other times for the same thing, but in each case, it couldn’t be proved. She also brought up his medical school transcripts, from 3 schools; each of which had dismissed him before he’d finished. Once for abnormally poor performance, once for cheating on an exam, and the third time for killing a patient when he worked in a psych ward in Florida as an intern.
“So where did he graduate from?” asked Dr. Turner.
“That’s just it, I don’t think that he did. There’s no record of his being a doctor anywhere. Not a real one,” Willow answered.
“Can you fax this to me and email it?” Dr. Turner asked, and gave Willow the numbers.
“Buffy, I need to talk to you,” Willow said.
Buffy turned the volume back down, “Go ahead, Will.”
“I think we were right about the connection to Wolfram & Hart. I pulled up Dr. Polydefkis’ phone records and there’s numerous calls from them showing up, as late as 2 days ago.”
“Oh, God!” Buffy said, “but is he?”
“I don’t know, Buffy. Lookke hke he’s just someone who is evil in his own right, someone they could easily persuade to do their dirty work for them. I think they’re trying to get Spike into some sort of a state so they can take him. That’s what it looks like. He’s separated from the normal population, from you, and doped up. It would be easy to do this to him.”
“Oh, God!” Buffy said, again, not being able to say more.
“Buffy, if you need to say more to me, just try to think it real hard, we may still ble tle to communicate this way.”
“Can you hear me Willow?” Buffy said real hard.
Nothing.
“Oh well, listen, Buffy, I want you to know that I’ve gotten permission from the coven to do what needs to be done to protect Spike. They know of his sacrifice and because of this, they’ve granted me all that I’ll need. I’ll be able to protect him as soon as I get there. Don’t worry, okay?”
“Are you serious,” Buffy asked.
“I’m totally serious. I’ve got some major mojo to pct hct him. Nobody is going to take him away from you. He’s here and he’s real, and he’s going to stay here!” Willow said, “Oh, and I’ll be in around midnight. I’ll call you before I land.”
“When are you leaving?”
“I’m at the airport, in fact, they’ve just called my flight!”
“Willow…how on earth did you do this all so fast? The looking up? The other thing?” Buffy asked, in wonder.
“Don’t you know? Sometimes all you need is a little magic, especially if your friends lives are in danger!”
“I love you, Willow!”
“I love you too, Buffy! See you tonight!”
TBC
***Hey, believe it or not, when looking up a golf course I could use, I actually found this coursehttp://www.travelgolf.com/departments/authorarchives/index.htm that doesn't allow women. It gave me an idea, not only to have the doctor there, but how would Buffy get onto it. And of course, there had to be a clown. Not an evil clown. Evil doctor enough for one story, wouldn't you say? And so...please R & R, but wait a few days if you’re emailing me, otherwise, I'll miss the email for all the spam that will usurp it! Darn spam. Enjoy!