“What are you waiting for?” Dr. Bear frowned at the pupil nurse.
“To hand you what you want, sir.” she replied woodenly.
“You can’t. What I want is rest. My son will hand me what I need. You go back to the ward.”
The nurse backed out hesitantly. Miss Kerr had said every nurse in the building must permit no doctor to approach any patient without being present all of the time ... but ... but....
Mrs. Witherspoon’s, “Nurse! Tend to me....” and then “Hurry, nurse!” sent the girl running.
Dr. Bear put his stethoscope carefully to his ears and listened to Rose Standish’s chest.
“Do everything you ought to. Don’t make me ask you,” he ordered.
She inflated, deflated, said “A ... A ... A....” held her breath, turned so that he could listen through her back. Repeated it all for Dr. Sterling, Junior, who listened carefully to her heart.
“Mmmmm.”
Dr. Bear winked at her.