Consequences.
Wilson pushed through the clear doors, which separated the cafeteria from the outdoor courtyard with a ferocity that scattered a couple interns. The bemused pair shot a worried ‘sorry Doctor Wilson’ after the long striding oncologist but for once he paid them no mind.
He hadn’t even really seen them.
Striding through the tables and chairs, Wilson walked to that out of the way area where his crabapple tree was starting to shed its brilliant red petals. Flipping his lab coat out of the way the Head of Oncology sat down and rocked forward, pressing his fists against his temples.
”Doctor Wilson, you understand why we’ve called this emergency meeting of the Board?”
“Yes, Doctor Taylor.”
“Then we’ll get started. Can you please explain to us how your patient, Mr. Kaito Yasuragi, came to be out of this hospital and at…. McKierney Irish Pub on the night of May 6, 2005?”
Wilson started to take a breath but another doctor, an older woman from the surgical floor jumped in.
“It is our understanding that Mr. Yasuragi is in the care of this hospital for a terminal brain tumor but that you have recently begun high dosage chemo therapy and have scheduled for a laser microsurgical procedure to get at a previously inoperable tumor.”
“That’s true.”
“Then what was Mr. Yasuragi doing out of this hospital?”
“If I May” Wilson put a firm emphasis on the word, annoyed with the interruptions.
“Please do, Doctor Wilson… I’m sure this will be fascinating.”
Wilson ignored her and began calmly. “It’s true that Mr. Yasuragi has been a patient in this hospital, long term due to a inoperable terminal brain cancer. A recent surgical procedure shifted the tumor and has given us more options with Mr. Yasuragi’s treatments and…”
“Doctor, I fail to see how any of this has any bearings on this situation.”
“They have bearings because the course of Mr. Yasuragi’s treatments has always been unique to the patient.”
“Unique is one thing, James… let me list out Mr. Yasuragi’s ‘unique’ behavior. Throwing bedpans at nurses, unauthorized trips off his floor which has thrown the entire nursing staff into a tailspin while he was located, a sofa in his room, multiple trips outside or even out of this hospital… escorted by you…trips for which proper paperwork was never filled out leaving this hospital vulnerable to a lawsuit…several lawsuits… in fact the bedpans alone…”
“All right, all right.” Wilson sat back and held up his hands. “So… Kaito is a bit of a colorful character and he doesn’t play by the rules…”
“It is your job to make sure he does play by the rules Doctor Wilson.”
The oncologist chuckled. “It’s not that easy.”
“Really? Are you inferring you can’t do your job?” Doctor Nellie Grub had been after him since he’d started. Actually, the old bitch was after House and had engaged James in a number of run ins regarding the Diagnostician.
“No, I leave that up to you.” Wilson snapped back flatly.
Doctor Grub narrowed her eyes prompting Doctor Taylor to step into the mix quickly.
“Enough you two. Wilson, when Mr. Yasuragi was a terminal patient a lot of this could be overlooked… quality of life and the like…but the other night…what were you thinking taking him out of the hospital?”
Wilson didn’t even miss a beat. “Mr. Yasuragi likes music, I determined that his exposure to the live music atmosphere of McKierney's would be a good lift to his spirits, further strengthening his mental and emotional state for the fight he has in front of him.”
It was all-true except he’d come to that determination after he’d realized that Kai was at McKierney’s… not before. But if he wasn’t pushed, he wasn’t going to make the distinction, which would hopefully keep Foreman and Beal’s names out of this.
“And his exposure to the fist fight and the cops?” Grub started up again.
“Was not expected.” Wilson snapped back tightly.
“Of course not…” began Taylor, only to be over ridden by Grub once again.
“Which is why we do not allow these sort of things without proper paperwork and careful review! Because things can happen out there…”
“Out there?” Wilson snorted. “What are we now some sort of mental institution? We have to fear what’s… out there?”
“Doctor Wilson!”
“No, Taylor… come on. Kaito is a person not some damn lab rat to be held in a cage.”
“James, I’m not saying he should be, I am saying there are procedures to be followed and you haven’t been following them!”
Err…
“Exactly, Doctor Wilson! Those procedures are in place for a reason not for you to go along and blithely ignore on your whim! This is about your behavior and your responsibility to this hospital and responsibility it appears you are not taking much stock in!”
Wilson sat back and just looked at Grub incredulously.
“I take my responsibility…”
“Police, Doctor Wilson! The police were called in. It’s only by some damn good fortune that none of this hit the papers, because wouldn’t that have made a beautiful headline?”
“Doctor Grub, I think you are taking this out of proportion.” Doctor Richie spoke up this time.
“Only because it didn’t happen. How would that have looked? Particularly to our benefactor…s.”
Wilson raised an eyebrow and snorted. She meant how would it have looked to Vogler.
Silence fell around the room for a few minutes, every body catching their breath.
“Doctor Wilson… do you have anything else to add to this?”
“No.”
“Very well, if you could step outside please.”
He’d left the room, cooled his heels in the hall for over an hour and when he’d been called back in…
Two months, docked pay and the hospital would no longer match 50/50 his medical malpractice insurance, only 40/60.
The money… and the further loss of income didn’t bother him so much. It had been the thorough tongue-lashing he’d taken disparaging his ethics and his commitment to his responsibilities. That… had hurt the most, to stand there with his peers looking down on him…none of them willing to understand… all of them condemning his actions.
Lowering his hands, Wilson looked up at the tree, a few red petals floating down and sticking to his moist face.
He hadn’t even really seen them.
Striding through the tables and chairs, Wilson walked to that out of the way area where his crabapple tree was starting to shed its brilliant red petals. Flipping his lab coat out of the way the Head of Oncology sat down and rocked forward, pressing his fists against his temples.
”Doctor Wilson, you understand why we’ve called this emergency meeting of the Board?”
“Yes, Doctor Taylor.”
“Then we’ll get started. Can you please explain to us how your patient, Mr. Kaito Yasuragi, came to be out of this hospital and at…. McKierney Irish Pub on the night of May 6, 2005?”
Wilson started to take a breath but another doctor, an older woman from the surgical floor jumped in.
“It is our understanding that Mr. Yasuragi is in the care of this hospital for a terminal brain tumor but that you have recently begun high dosage chemo therapy and have scheduled for a laser microsurgical procedure to get at a previously inoperable tumor.”
“That’s true.”
“Then what was Mr. Yasuragi doing out of this hospital?”
“If I May” Wilson put a firm emphasis on the word, annoyed with the interruptions.
“Please do, Doctor Wilson… I’m sure this will be fascinating.”
Wilson ignored her and began calmly. “It’s true that Mr. Yasuragi has been a patient in this hospital, long term due to a inoperable terminal brain cancer. A recent surgical procedure shifted the tumor and has given us more options with Mr. Yasuragi’s treatments and…”
“Doctor, I fail to see how any of this has any bearings on this situation.”
“They have bearings because the course of Mr. Yasuragi’s treatments has always been unique to the patient.”
“Unique is one thing, James… let me list out Mr. Yasuragi’s ‘unique’ behavior. Throwing bedpans at nurses, unauthorized trips off his floor which has thrown the entire nursing staff into a tailspin while he was located, a sofa in his room, multiple trips outside or even out of this hospital… escorted by you…trips for which proper paperwork was never filled out leaving this hospital vulnerable to a lawsuit…several lawsuits… in fact the bedpans alone…”
“All right, all right.” Wilson sat back and held up his hands. “So… Kaito is a bit of a colorful character and he doesn’t play by the rules…”
“It is your job to make sure he does play by the rules Doctor Wilson.”
The oncologist chuckled. “It’s not that easy.”
“Really? Are you inferring you can’t do your job?” Doctor Nellie Grub had been after him since he’d started. Actually, the old bitch was after House and had engaged James in a number of run ins regarding the Diagnostician.
“No, I leave that up to you.” Wilson snapped back flatly.
Doctor Grub narrowed her eyes prompting Doctor Taylor to step into the mix quickly.
“Enough you two. Wilson, when Mr. Yasuragi was a terminal patient a lot of this could be overlooked… quality of life and the like…but the other night…what were you thinking taking him out of the hospital?”
Wilson didn’t even miss a beat. “Mr. Yasuragi likes music, I determined that his exposure to the live music atmosphere of McKierney's would be a good lift to his spirits, further strengthening his mental and emotional state for the fight he has in front of him.”
It was all-true except he’d come to that determination after he’d realized that Kai was at McKierney’s… not before. But if he wasn’t pushed, he wasn’t going to make the distinction, which would hopefully keep Foreman and Beal’s names out of this.
“And his exposure to the fist fight and the cops?” Grub started up again.
“Was not expected.” Wilson snapped back tightly.
“Of course not…” began Taylor, only to be over ridden by Grub once again.
“Which is why we do not allow these sort of things without proper paperwork and careful review! Because things can happen out there…”
“Out there?” Wilson snorted. “What are we now some sort of mental institution? We have to fear what’s… out there?”
“Doctor Wilson!”
“No, Taylor… come on. Kaito is a person not some damn lab rat to be held in a cage.”
“James, I’m not saying he should be, I am saying there are procedures to be followed and you haven’t been following them!”
Err…
“Exactly, Doctor Wilson! Those procedures are in place for a reason not for you to go along and blithely ignore on your whim! This is about your behavior and your responsibility to this hospital and responsibility it appears you are not taking much stock in!”
Wilson sat back and just looked at Grub incredulously.
“I take my responsibility…”
“Police, Doctor Wilson! The police were called in. It’s only by some damn good fortune that none of this hit the papers, because wouldn’t that have made a beautiful headline?”
“Doctor Grub, I think you are taking this out of proportion.” Doctor Richie spoke up this time.
“Only because it didn’t happen. How would that have looked? Particularly to our benefactor…s.”
Wilson raised an eyebrow and snorted. She meant how would it have looked to Vogler.
Silence fell around the room for a few minutes, every body catching their breath.
“Doctor Wilson… do you have anything else to add to this?”
“No.”
“Very well, if you could step outside please.”
He’d left the room, cooled his heels in the hall for over an hour and when he’d been called back in…
Two months, docked pay and the hospital would no longer match 50/50 his medical malpractice insurance, only 40/60.
The money… and the further loss of income didn’t bother him so much. It had been the thorough tongue-lashing he’d taken disparaging his ethics and his commitment to his responsibilities. That… had hurt the most, to stand there with his peers looking down on him…none of them willing to understand… all of them condemning his actions.
Lowering his hands, Wilson looked up at the tree, a few red petals floating down and sticking to his moist face.