Human Form
Brecht checked back in on his patient within a couple of hours. The heart was arriving a little late, and if Amourana had been keeping track of the time, she probably would be growing a bit anxious by now. His head poked into the room, and he managed a bit of a smile, whether or not she was actually awake. He slipped into the room from there, and picked up the chart, studying it for a moment to see any additional comments the nurses may have made.
Seems to be steadily improving in condition.
was one of the notes, and it was followed by
Showing increased cardiac output, no apparent cause. Still recommend transplant.
That was nothing new. He knew these things. But there was an entry he didn't remember making, that was not one of the nurses' handwriting.
Extra care is to be taken with pre-op preparation. Be gentle with this one.
That didn't sound like him, and it wasn't in any handwriting he remembered... Could it be one of the staff he'd never seen? Possibly, but it was doubtful. If there was one thing that steamed him, it was not knowing who looked at his patients. He'd have to find out who wrote that side-note, and discuss with them the importance of patient confidentiality. If a doctor that hadn't been him had been in with her, that was violating her privacy, and would NOT be tolerated. Unless... the new doctor? The cardiac specialist that was supposed to be coming by plane in a few hours? Could he have arrived early?
Human Form
That turned out to be the case. The new doctor, who wore a tag reading "Rhyvest", turned the corner with a clipboard in hand, and a grin on his face.
"Find my notes, doc?" said the specialist, with a chuckle.
He was surprisingly young. Didn't even look like he'd been out of med school for more than a few months, if he even WAS out - but he'd been recommended highly by the staff, and had come with a high skill rating. He must be good, or he wouldn't be here. So far as he knew, Reive was not one to hire incompetent idiots.
"Yes, I found your notes..." Brecht replied, looking a bit wary.
"Are you the doctor that's going to be doing the transplant?"
"Sure am! Amourana is going to be just fine in my hands. I'll have her right as rain within a few hours, and I know she'll be happier for it. Right now, though - I'd like to examine the patient, so if you please?"
Brecht nodded respectfully, and backed out of the room. Rhyv moved over to the bed where the girl was resting, and took some notes of his own on her heart-rate and blood-pressure, estimating what was about normal for her. Also, he took into account her respiration and other such factors. Then, he set pen and pad down to inspect her, watching her breathe, visually checking for pallor or cyanosis. Neither of which seemed to be too prevalent. Whatever she was on, drug-wise, was making it easier for her body to handle the failing heart inside her. NOW, he finally approached the bed, to the patient's right, to physically examine her. He smiled a bit at her sleeping form, unslinging his stethoscope from around his neck, and fitting the earpieces in, delicately moving aside the left corner of her hospital gown to listen to her heartbeat from there. It was about what he expected it to be. He changed tactics, using one hand to hold the stethoscope's chestpiece in place, and the other to lightly press two fingers against the radial pulse on her right wrist to track and time the murmurs. It was a fairly severe case. Frankly, he was more than a little surprised she wasn't dead. But she'd be fine once he got that new heart into her. He needed to wake her up, though, to get some active readings when she was actually conscious. Very gently, he shook her shoulder, moving a lose hair behind her ear.
"Amourana? I need you to wake up for me now..."