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M through R › Psych
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
27
Views:
4,899
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 9 -- Medical Ramifications
“Doctor,” Henry said as he accompanied the doctor up the hall. “What he’s saying about seeing a nurse, well, I know nobody was in his room. I was in the hallway the whole time, and didn’t see anybody. Is that kind of . . . hallucination . . . normal?”
“Mr. Spencer,“ the doctor looked at him seriously. “Physically, as I told Shawn, he is healing, and definitely better than expected. However, you have to remember, he died three times. His brain was not only deprived of oxygen on those occasions, but he was the only one who was able to stop the senseless murder of three of his very close associates. That is an extremely traumatic event in anyone’s life.
“I told you when I spoke to you after the surgery that there might be mental ramifications that we just weren’t, and won’t be, able to predict until he’s somewhat physically recovered.
“However, since it appears he’s already started to mentally, I don’t want to use the word, degrade, but medically speaking, I honestly can’t use any other one, I’ll keep an eye on him over the next few days as we taper him off the meds and find the proper dosage of pain medication. Once the medication’s been adjusted to the proper levels, then, and only then, can we really start to ascertain exactly what kind of neural and/or psychological damage he‘s sustained.”
Henry wanted to rail at the man, to scream at him for his not being able to help his son any more than he had already, but Henry also knew that was an irrational reaction due to stress and sleep deprivation, and he managed to control himself.
“Thank you, Doctor,“ he finally said, and sighed. “I appreciate your . . . honesty.” Henry glanced at the door to the room his son was in, and the doctor smiled sadly.
“No father wants to accept the fact their son might be damaged in any way, especially one as special as yours, but, essentially, Mr. Spencer, your son is a hero. After all, he almost died saving the lives of not one, but three people, and who knows how many others, and I would like to think that those closest to him will remember that and be as supportive as possible. This is going to be a very rough time on Shawn,” he checked his watch and smiled at Henry. “But right now, Mr. Spencer, I’d really like to get the orders for his pain medication to the med nurse. Physical pain at least, is something I can do something about.”
“Of course, Doctor. And I really do thank you . . . For everything.” Henry said, and went to go back into his son’s room.
“You are welcome, but I do have to tell you that once he’s moved to the regular floor, police or no, I’m going to have to order the visits be limited to visiting hours.”
“I understand,” Henry said, and the two men parted company.
“Mr. Spencer,“ the doctor looked at him seriously. “Physically, as I told Shawn, he is healing, and definitely better than expected. However, you have to remember, he died three times. His brain was not only deprived of oxygen on those occasions, but he was the only one who was able to stop the senseless murder of three of his very close associates. That is an extremely traumatic event in anyone’s life.
“I told you when I spoke to you after the surgery that there might be mental ramifications that we just weren’t, and won’t be, able to predict until he’s somewhat physically recovered.
“However, since it appears he’s already started to mentally, I don’t want to use the word, degrade, but medically speaking, I honestly can’t use any other one, I’ll keep an eye on him over the next few days as we taper him off the meds and find the proper dosage of pain medication. Once the medication’s been adjusted to the proper levels, then, and only then, can we really start to ascertain exactly what kind of neural and/or psychological damage he‘s sustained.”
Henry wanted to rail at the man, to scream at him for his not being able to help his son any more than he had already, but Henry also knew that was an irrational reaction due to stress and sleep deprivation, and he managed to control himself.
“Thank you, Doctor,“ he finally said, and sighed. “I appreciate your . . . honesty.” Henry glanced at the door to the room his son was in, and the doctor smiled sadly.
“No father wants to accept the fact their son might be damaged in any way, especially one as special as yours, but, essentially, Mr. Spencer, your son is a hero. After all, he almost died saving the lives of not one, but three people, and who knows how many others, and I would like to think that those closest to him will remember that and be as supportive as possible. This is going to be a very rough time on Shawn,” he checked his watch and smiled at Henry. “But right now, Mr. Spencer, I’d really like to get the orders for his pain medication to the med nurse. Physical pain at least, is something I can do something about.”
“Of course, Doctor. And I really do thank you . . . For everything.” Henry said, and went to go back into his son’s room.
“You are welcome, but I do have to tell you that once he’s moved to the regular floor, police or no, I’m going to have to order the visits be limited to visiting hours.”
“I understand,” Henry said, and the two men parted company.