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fine in a few hours, just stay in bed and relax.”
The doctor gave me one last dose of Receptiv and told me to eat something as soon as I could keep food down.
“That’s it?” my fiancйe asked him as he started for the door.
“Yes, Miss Sornat – or, should I say Mrs. Dauphin. That simple.”
Vair gave him a look that was thoughtful, even amused. “It’s just that I expected you to try to prescribe us a dozen things. Doesn’t the insurance board require it?”
“Okay,” he said, looking to me, “do you want any drugs you don’t need, Brandon?”
“Ummm… No.”
“Well, then it’s settled. I’ll just open your file and say you declined after I spent hours trying to persuade you.”
Vair smiled. “I knew I liked you, Doc.”
“The human body isn’t as fragile as some make it out to be, especially when the patient isn’t burdened by stress, and especially – you might say – if they allow miracles to happen. Sometimes a little pain isn’t a bad thing, it’s just there to remind you you’re alive. If your only reaction is to bury it with drugs and return to an illusion of comfort, you may never discover the real thing.” He walked through the living room to my front door. “If people knowing that means the health system makes a little less money, then I guess I’m public enemy number one. Relax, Brandon. Let the ones who care help you. You’d be surprised how far that goes to a healthy life.”
The door closed behind him and Vair looked back to me, her episode of relief having returned to her pragmatic: What’s next?
“So, how did you know that ring wasn’t for my secret west-coast girlfriend?”
Vair gave me a swift punch in the arm and matched my sarcasm with a smile. “You’re such a jerk!”
I accepted the brief pain gladly, as a reminder that I was back in the real world. “Well, I guess I’m your
The doctor gave me one last dose of Receptiv and told me to eat something as soon as I could keep food down.
“That’s it?” my fiancйe asked him as he started for the door.
“Yes, Miss Sornat – or, should I say Mrs. Dauphin. That simple.”
Vair gave him a look that was thoughtful, even amused. “It’s just that I expected you to try to prescribe us a dozen things. Doesn’t the insurance board require it?”
“Okay,” he said, looking to me, “do you want any drugs you don’t need, Brandon?”
“Ummm… No.”
“Well, then it’s settled. I’ll just open your file and say you declined after I spent hours trying to persuade you.”
Vair smiled. “I knew I liked you, Doc.”
“The human body isn’t as fragile as some make it out to be, especially when the patient isn’t burdened by stress, and especially – you might say – if they allow miracles to happen. Sometimes a little pain isn’t a bad thing, it’s just there to remind you you’re alive. If your only reaction is to bury it with drugs and return to an illusion of comfort, you may never discover the real thing.” He walked through the living room to my front door. “If people knowing that means the health system makes a little less money, then I guess I’m public enemy number one. Relax, Brandon. Let the ones who care help you. You’d be surprised how far that goes to a healthy life.”
The door closed behind him and Vair looked back to me, her episode of relief having returned to her pragmatic: What’s next?
“So, how did you know that ring wasn’t for my secret west-coast girlfriend?”
Vair gave me a swift punch in the arm and matched my sarcasm with a smile. “You’re such a jerk!”
I accepted the brief pain gladly, as a reminder that I was back in the real world. “Well, I guess I’m your