The Evolution of Dr. Steve Pratt

The Evolution of Dr. Steve Pratt

by Heidi A. Wimmer

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The Evolution of Dr. Steve Pratt by Heidi A. Wimmer

Through these trials and tribulations, The Evolution of Dr. Steve Pratt transforms a young, cocky emergency room doctor into a mature, well-rounded physician.

This book is based on characters that I've been writing for a number of years. It seems weird letting these characters out so that they can be enjoyed by others. It's like letting children out to play for the first time by themselves and I'm the nervous mother, watching at a near-by distance.

I've been writing this story line with these characters, along with having a full-time job. I teach at Wichita West high school both Health Science and Physical Education. The Health Science class teaches medical career information, which ties in with the content of my book.

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ISBN-13: 9781468547061
Publisher: AuthorHouse
Publication date: 01/30/2012
Pages: 172
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.37(d)

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The Evolution of DR. STEVE PRATT


By Heidi A. Wimmer

AuthorHouse

Copyright © 2012 Heidi A. Wimmer
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ISBN: 978-1-4685-4706-1


Chapter One

This book centers on Dr. Steve Pratt, who is the head of the Emergency Department at Bay County Hospital. The hospital is small but a powerful beacon to the surrounding community.

The head of the hospital is Dr. John Dobinson, who is the figure head of the hospital. The third member of this dynamic team is Dr. Dave Bradfield, who is head thoracic surgeon and director of medicine. Dr. Dave Bradfield is Dr. Pratt's boss, and through the years they have become friends, doing much for each other.

For example, one of Steve's friends from college, Dr. Wayne Moore, asked if Steve would consider a new job as head of the hospital in York, which would be an advancement in Steve's medical career. Dr. Moore was getting ready to accept a partnership in his fiancée's father's practice and thought Steve would make an excellent replacement.

When Dr. Moore called, it couldn't have come at a worse time because Dr. Bradfield was suffering through the unexpected loss of his wife, trying to keep him and his two children afloat. How could his best friend think of leaving now?

This was causing a great deal of mental anguish for Steve because he was thinking about putting his career before his best friend. Through many sleepless nights, Steve made lists of why this move was good; yet, he kept coming back to the fact that Dave was going through such a rough time that he couldn't abandon him. After all, Dave had done so much for him over the years.

The decision was continuing to take a real toll, both mentally and physically, on Steve. The doorbell rang and Steve knew that it was Dave because he had invited Dave over he had come to a decision. Dave hadn't seen him in a couple of days, and in those couple of days Steve hadn't eaten much and certainly hadn't slept much, and he looked like hell.

Steve opened the door, and Dave was shocked to see what kind of condition he was in. Dave asked as he sat down, "Are you okay? You look like hell!"

"I'll be okay soon. I apologize for looking like this, but this decision has been difficult both physically and mentally for me, but I have come to a decision, and I wanted you to hear it from me first," said Steve in a low voice.

"Whatever you decide will be okay with me."

Steve smiled at Dave, and Steve took a deep breath and said, "My decision is to stay at Bay County. I'm not ready to run a hospital on my own."

"Are you sure about your decision?"

Steve said with a smile, "Yes. I want to be here at Bay County; in fact, I've always wanted to be here."

The next day at work Steve worked with a renewed vigor that had all of his co-workers buzzing and at the end of the shift he gathered most of his co-workers around and told them what had been going on and his decision to stay at Bay County. Everybody cheered and patted him on the back.

Then at shift's end he got on the phone and called Dr. Wayne Moore at York and explained to him what his decision was. It was hard telling Wayne, but he understood, and Steve told him that he would see him at the wedding. Wayne agreed, and they both hung up the phone. Steve took a deep breath and was glad that was over. Now he could give his full attention to the emergency room at Bay County.

For the first time in a few days Steve ended up getting a restful night's sleep, and the next morning his appetite came back as well. It would soon become clear to him why he made the decision to stay.

Steve was in the ER waiting for blood work to come back on a sixty-two-year-old female who was complaining of numbness and tingling in her right arm, severe jaw pain, and a stiff neck. Immediately Steve asked the patient if she had any history of heart problems and that scared the patient and she wanted to know if she was having a heart attack. Steve calmed her and continued to ask questions about her medical history. He gave her an aspirin and patched her into an EKG machine or an electrocardiogram, which records the heart's electrical activity, and ran a quick strip. There was some elevation in her T-waves, but nothing that indicated a heart attack. Steve said to the woman, "I'm going to draw some blood and run a cardiac enzyme test and then we'll know more soon."

The patient seemed to understand. As Steve walked out of the exam room he gave orders to one of his nurses to draw labs for a cardiac enzyme test on the patient in exam room two. The nurse took the chart that Steve was holding, went to the medical cabinet, and got all the necessary equipment that she would need to get the blood tests done.

Steve was just about to check the board for his next patient when an explosion shook the floor that he was standing on. Steve at first couldn't figure out what happened, and then he thought radiology was directly beneath the ER. That was where he headed first. He ran for the stairs and went down them. As he approached the next floor down Steve could smell burnt plastic. As he went into radiology he could see several technicians frantically running around. Steve stopped one of them who had a look of a deer in the headlights and asked him, "What happened?"

The technician replied, catching his breath, "I think one of the x-ray machines blew up. There was a workman here just earlier this morning working on that very machine."

"Show me where," asked Steve in a huff.

The technician led him to a small interior room that now had its faux walls in pieces. Steve looked concerned at the mess before him and said, "Do you know if there was anybody in the room when the machine blew?"

"No. I don't know, but I can help you look," said the technician.

They both stepped over large pieces of the machine and started moving pieces of wall. The technician yelled at Steve, "Over here, Dr. Pratt. I found somebody!"

Just as Steve looked up at the technician, he also found somebody in the rubble. Steve said to the technician, "Get all the debris off him, but don't move him. I've also found somebody."

Steve moved pieces from the partition wall off the person who was currently laying face-down. As he finished moving all the debris, Steve knelt down and felt for a pulse. There was no pulse. Then he slowly and with great care rolled the deceased person over and came to the horrible conclusion that the deceased was Sam Neal. He'd been a radiology technician for a number of years. Steve lowered his head in sadness. The technician who found the other person had cleared all the debris from him and brought Steve back to reality. He yelled at Steve, "Dr. Pratt, this person is alive. Come quick!"

Steve stepped over pieces of partition and parts of the x-ray machine. This person was also on his stomach, and Steve felt for a pulse. It was strong and regular. Steve gave direction to the technician, and they turned the person onto his back. Steve looked and looked again and to his disbelief, but before he could process what he saw the technician asked, "Isn't that Dr. Bradfield?"

Steve couldn't speak at that moment, but he nodded slowly. Steve looked widely around and saw a gurney that looked undisturbed from the explosion and said to the technician, "Get that gurney over here, so we can get Dave onto it and get him up to the ER."

The technician did as he was told, and between the two of them they got Dave's unconscious body on the gurney and wheeled him to the elevators. Steve said to the technician, "Good work. You need to call the morgue to come and get Sam Neal, then you need to follow me up to the ER with a portable x-ray machine that won't explode."

The technician once again understood his directions and followed them to the letter.

Once in the elevator, Steve started to assess Dave's condition. Steve didn't have time to freak out; he just acted instinctively. Once back in the ER, Steve grabbed Connie, his head nurse, and they wheeled Dave into trauma room one. Steve gave Dave a quick head to toe. Steve put a C-collar on Dave because of the trauma to his head, face, and neck area. That was the area where most of the injuries were confined to.

Dave had some major lacerations on his face, probably some facial fractures, which he would confirm with the x-rays. The technician who helped him down in x-ray brought up the portable x-ray machine. But before Steve could tell him what pictures he wanted, Dave went into respiratory arrest. Quickly Steve inserted a breathing tube into Dave's airway, and Connie started to bag him. Connie, who was Steve's number one nurse. At first he was hard to bag, then the bagging became easier, and that elevated his respiratory arrest. He was then hooked up to the ventilator and his breathing stabilized.

Steve said to Connie, "Go and call Dr. Dobinson and tell him what happened and that he needs to help out down here until Titus is free."

Dr. Dobinson, who is head of the hospital and is not use to getting his hands messy, but the tone of Connie's voice, told Dr. John Dobinson that she was serious. Titus, who is an orthopedic surgeon by trade but doubles as everything that is needed, was in surgery with a young up and coming football player who had totally trashed his knee. Connie understood, stepped out of the trauma room, and made the phone call.

John immediately came down to the ER and checked in on Steve and Dave. Steve asked him, "Could you pick up the slack until Titus gets out of surgery?"

The nurses helped John get acclimated to the ER, and shortly he was seeing patients and treating, then streeting, most of the patients he saw.

Steve was now ready for the technician to take the pictures, and Steve told him what series he wanted. After the technician was finished, Steve came back into the trauma room and the films were already down loaded to the computer in the room. Steve quickly looked at them and realized that his injuries were even more extensive than he first thought.

The x-rays showed that he had a fractured left orbit, fractured left clavicle, fractured nose, and four broken ribs all on the left side. There was no doubt about it; Dave was going to need an orthopedic surgeon. Just as Steve was calling up to the OR to see if Titus was finished with the football star's knee, he appeared in the trauma room. Steve put the phone down and was glad to see him. Titus went over to the computer, looked at the x-rays, and said, "Wow, what a mess. Are you ready for me to take him up to the OR?"

"Almost. Let me start a couple of IV's, then there's the issue with his breathing. He went into respiratory arrest and I had to tube him and put him on the vent."

Titus took his stethoscope and listened to his lungs, then took the stethoscope and put it back around his neck and said, "Sounds like maybe one of his broken ribs nicked a lung. I'll take care of that once he's on the table."

Titus who was an excellent surgeon, but he also knew that he was good, but in his own way he was also sort of a nerd. Dave and Steve usually just tolerated him, but in this case Steve was counting on Titus to fix Dave. Titus left to get scrubbed for surgery, and Steve said to the orderlies, "Take Dave up to OR three."

After they wheeled Dave out of the trauma room, Steve came unraveled. He sat on the floor and started to shake uncontrollably, then broke down and cried.

Then his thoughts went quickly to Dave's kids, so he pulled himself together the best he could at that moment, called Lydia, and explained what happened and what was happening now. She wasn't sure what she should do. Steve calmed her and said to her, "Bring the kids up after school and I will explain what happened to their father."

Lydia, who is the live in nanny that was hired shortly after Dave's wife passed, understood and would bring the kids just as soon as school was out. Now not only did Steve have to worry about Dave, but he now was going to have to tell his fragile kids, who not too long ago lost their mother, that their father had been hurt in an x-ray machine explosion.

He thought this was the reason why he stayed, to help Dave. During the time he was waiting for Dave to come out of surgery, he called John and checked on his patient who was having the heart related symptoms. John said, "She has been admitted to medicine and currently tests are being run and a stress test is going to be performed in the morning."

Steve understood and asked John to keep him up to date on that patient. John told him that he would, and he also wanted to know about Dave as soon as he knew something about the outcome of his surgery. Steve understood and hung up the phone.

Considering how extensive Dave's fractures were, Titus was in surgery with him for almost four hours. About halfway through that time Lydia showed up with the kids. J.J. looked worried, and Sam was just excited to see Steve. Steve stood and approached the kids and immediately tried to put his best not worried face on. Steve gave Sam a big bear hug with sound effects, which was a typical Uncle Steve greeting since she was small. J.J. asked, "What happened to dad, Uncle Steve?"

Steve sat down and all four of them sat in sort of a huddle and Steve said, "Your dad was standing nearby an x-ray machine that malfunctioned and exploded. Dr. Titus is in the OR fixing his injuries and he should be fine."

"How does an x-ray machine explode?"

Steve put on a brave smile and said, "That's the question we all are asking."

All four of them sat in relative silence until Titus came out of the OR. They all stood and Titus approached. He sat down, then they all sat with him. Titus said, "Man, you both have grown up, I almost didn't recognize you J. J.. You're turning into quite the handsome young man, and you, young lady, you're the spitting image of your mother."

"How is my dad," J.J. asked forcefully?

Titus was taken back some, but didn't let that bother him, and he said, "Your dad will be sore for a few days, but I put all of his broken bones back together again. He should be in a regular room in another hour or so."

J.J. said in a normal tone of voice, "Thank you very much, Dr. Titus, for helping my dad."

Titus stood and bowed to J.J. and replied, "My pleasure, young Bradfield." Steve smiled at Titus, and Titus smiled back. Steve wanted so much to be with Dave in recovery, but thought that Dave's kids needed him more out in the waiting room. About an hour had passed since Titus had come out and told them that Dave was going to be okay when Steve got a text from Titus. All the text said was, "911 Recovery."

Steve read the message and, without alarming, anybody got up and said, "I'll be right back. I'm going to see what room they're moving your dad to."

Steve went into the recovery room and saw Dave thrashing about. Steve got right up by his bedside and put a hand on Dave's shoulder. Titus took the tube out of Dave's throat and reestablished oxygen. Dave was blinking his eyes open, then closed, then opened again. Steve asked, "What's wrong?"

Dave said in a whimper, "I can't see! I can't see!"

Then he sobbed. Steve gripped his uninjured shoulder and asked, "Can you see anything?"

"No. Are my kids here? They can't see me like this; it's too much for them this soon after Kelly's death. Please, Steve, make sure they don't know."

Dave was grasping with his one good arm and hand at Steve. Steve grabbed that hand and held it tight and said, "Don't worry about anything I'll take care of making sure your kids are okay."

Steve turned to Titus, who was still in the room, and as Steve was calming Dave down, Titus ordered a CT scan. Titus asked, "Do you want me to sedate him and put the breathing tube back down?"

That calmed Dave somewhat. His breathing was becoming labored at best, and Steve put a re-breather mask on him, turned the oxygen flow up to six liters, and that seemed to help.

"I can't see, I'm not deaf; talk to me. I still can make medical decisions for myself."

Titus walked over to Dave and said, "Look, you're on six liters by mask now and you can't keep your saturation levels above seventy. You're scheduled to go to CT soon. If I don't tube you before you go, you'll never make it through the scan. Then I'll have to pull you out of the scan and tube you anyway."

Dave got angry and said in short breathless bursts, "You don't know my saturation levels may come up and my breathing may even out."

Titus rolled his eyes, and then said, "Yeah, when pigs fly."

Titus got a call from radiology, and they were ready for Dave's CT scan. Titus, with the help of an orderly, wheeled Dave to radiology. Steve went back out to the waiting room and sat between Sam and J.J. Steve said, "I talked with your dad and he told me that it was late and both of you should be home in bed. He wasn't feeling very good after his surgery, so I gave him some medication to help him sleep, and that's Steve went into the recovery room and saw Dave thrashing about.

Steve got right up by his bedside and put a hand on Dave's shoulder. Titus took the tube out of Dave's throat and reestablished oxygen. Dave was blinking his eyes open, then closed, then opened again. Steve asked, "What's wrong?"

Dave said in a whimper, "I can't see! I can't see!"

Then he sobbed. Steve gripped his uninjured shoulder and asked, "Can you see anything?"

"No. Are my kids here? They can't see me like this; it's too much for them this soon after Kelly's death. Please, Steve, make sure they don't know."

Dave was grasping with his one good arm and hand at Steve. Steve grabbed that hand and held it tight and said, "Don't worry about anything I'll take care of making sure your kids are okay."

Steve turned to Titus, who was still in the room, and as Steve was calming Dave down, Titus ordered a CT scan. Titus asked, "Do you want me to sedate him and put the breathing tube back down?"

That calmed Dave somewhat. His breathing was becoming labored at best, and Steve put a re-breather mask on him, turned the oxygen flow up to six liters, and that seemed to help.

"I can't see, I'm not deaf; talk to me. I still can make medical decisions for myself."

Titus walked over to Dave and said, "Look, you're on six liters by mask now and you can't keep your saturation levels above seventy. You're scheduled to go to CT soon. If I don't tube you before you go, you'll never make it through the scan. Then I'll have to pull you out of the scan and tube you anyway."

Dave got angry and said in short breathless bursts, "You don't know my saturation levels may come up and my breathing may even out."

Titus rolled his eyes, and then said, "Yeah, when pigs fly."

Titus got a call from radiology, and they were ready for Dave's CT scan. Titus, with the help of an orderly, wheeled Dave to radiology. Steve went back out to the waiting room and sat between Sam and J.J. Steve said, "I talked with your dad and he told me that it was late and both of you should be home in bed. He wasn't feeling very good after his surgery, so I gave him some medication to help him sleep, and that's what he wanted you both to do. After school tomorrow you should be able to see him."

(Continues...)



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Table of Contents

Contents

Chapter 1....................1
Chapter 2....................16
Chapter 3....................25
Chapter 4....................42
Chapter 5....................73
Chapter 6....................93
Chapter 7....................114
Chapter 8....................123
Chapter 9....................149
Chapter 10....................157

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