CHAPTER 41- A BIT OF INFLUENCE
They were almost to the hospital when Buffy’s phone rang.
“Buffy? It’s Dawn; we’re landing in about 15 minutes. Is Bernie picking me up?”
“Sorry, Dawnie, could you please just get another cab and meet me there? I’m in the cab with Bernie right now. Something’s happened with Sp…William and I’ve got to get back to the hospital right now.”
“What’s happened,” Dawn asked, alarmed.
“It’s a long story, but seems his new doctor has put moved him onto a chronically insane floor and given him mega doses of drugs he doesn’t need. I’ve just picked up his first doctor from a golf course and he’s coming back to the hospital with me to figure this out,” Buffy said.
“Oh, God, Buffy! How’d this happen?”
“I don’t know, Dawn. I wish I did.”
“Where do you want me to meet you?” she asked.
“Just go over to the ER waiting room and I’ll find you there, okay?”
“Okay, see you in about an hour.”
The cab pulled up in front of the hospital and Buffy and Dr. Turner got out.
“Thanks, Bernie!” Buffy said, gratefully.
“You’re welcome. Just call me, if you need anything.”
“I will.”
Buffy and Dr. Turner went up to his office on the 10th floor. He went over to his fax machine first thing and took out the papers that Willow had sent him. Looking them over, his face grew darker by the minute.
He then pulled up William’s online chart and took a look at it, calling the floor to verify what he had read. He also called the nurse’s station and talked to Gretchen Froesch about William. She told him how she’d questioned Dr. Polydefkis’ orders and that he had told her that she’d better comply if she wanted to keep her job and health benefits for her daughter.
“He said that to you?” Dr. Turner asked.
“Yes. And I’m so ashamed that I didn’t just tell him to stick it and call you or the nursing coordinator right then, it’s just I was so…so shocked. Especially when he brought up Chelsea. I mean I never even met the man, yet he knew about my daughter. I tell you, the whole thing just made my blood run cold.”
“Don’t be ashamed. He totally took you by surprise, which is what he obviously wanted to do. As for him knowing about your daughter. I have no idea what would have given him that kind of access, or why he would have had it, ahead of time. It’s like…”
“He planned it,” both Gretchen over the phone and Buffy, in his office, said at the same time.
“Who’s that?” Gretchen asked.
“It’s William’s wife. She came to get me on the golf course when she found out what was going on.”
Gretchen was quiet for a moment, “Tell her I’m so sorry, would you please?”
“I will. Listen, I’m going up to the administrative offices right now. May I use your name?”
She hesitated for a minute, “You can. And if they want to, I’ll sign a sworn statement, as to what I’ve just told you.”
“Good. That gives me a lot of back-up,” Dr. Turner said. “One more thing, was there anything in William’s behavior last night that warranted this move?”
“Nothing, he was fine, up to the time Dr. Polydefkis had him moved. God, poor sap was even happy last night,” she said, remorsefully.
“It’ll be okay.”
“Dr. Turner, you might also want to talk to Lynn Russo and another nurse down on 8, Lynn dealt with the ‘good’ doctor this morning, and the other nurse noticed something funny about a few of Dr. Polydefkis’ patients.”
“Good, I will. Thanks.”
He turned to Buffy, “I need to get up to the administration office and give this to them right away before they leave for the day. Why don’u wau wait for me down in the ER, so you’ll be there when your sister arrives?” Dr. Turner suggested, “I’ll come down there and let you know what’s going on.”
“What do you think they’ll do? Will they fire him right away? Let you be William’s doctor again?” Buffy asked.
“I don’t know. I just don’t even know. It was someone from administration that wanted him on the case in the first place, so I don’t know what kind of influence got him here,” he said, shrugging, “but don’t worry, I think I still have a bit of influence left up there myself. After all, I’ve been here for a hell of a lot longer than him, so I got some friends in high places, too,” he said, winking at her.
“Now, I’d really better get up there.”
“Right. See you downstairs,” she said, as she got up and walked toward the door, “please, Dr. Turner…”
“I’m going to do my best, Elizabeth.”
Buffy went downstairs and looked around the ER waiting room. Dawn wasn’t there yet, so she took a seat. About 10 minutes later, she saw Dawn walk in.
“Dawn!” she said, standing up.
“Buffy!” Dawn said, coming over and giving her a hug, “tell me. What’s happening?”
For the next 20 minutes, Buffy filled in Dawn on all that had happened to Spike since last night.
“That’s terrible!” Dawn said, “do you think Dr. Turner is going to be able to help?”
“I sure hope so, Dawn. All I know is he’s one of the good guys. I just wonder who’s pulling the strings. From what Dr. Turner told me, he was told just yesterday that Dr. Polydefkis was taking over William’s case from him. It had sounded like they’d gotten some big shot and wanted to start him working on something interesting. And what’s more interesting to a big-shot shrink than somebody who thinks they’re living in1880? But I think it’s something more, I think someone sent him to this hospital to be assigned to William’s case on purpose,” Buffy said.
“Someone from Wolfram & Hart?” Dawn asked.
Buffy nodded, “Yeah, Willow also found Dr. Polydefkis’ phone records. They’re full of calls back and forth between them.”
Dawn shook her head, “Angel!”
“Looks that way. What we can’t figure, is why does he want Spike? I mean, he’s already shanshu’ed, so there’s nothing he can do to change that. Willow said she couldn’t read the whole prophecy. There was something else that was too hidden behind security walls or firewalls for even her to break. So, that’s got to be it. I just don’t know what. All I know, is that I have to protect William from Angel.”
“You know what’s strange?” Dawn asked, “you go back and forth between calling him Spike and William.”
“Guess I do. He, William that is, took exception to me calling him Spike, thought it was a silly name, I guess. I’m trying to not call him Spike so much, so when I see him again, I won’t slip up. You see, when you see him, all you’ll see is the man that he once was, there’s no Spike there. But I also knew William a little. When we went away for that weekend, after Valentine’s Day that last year, before…before everything happened. I saw the man that he once was, but it was different. William being inside Spike, it was still Spike, know what I mean? But William is only William.”
“It must be really strange,” Dawn said, taking Buffy’s hand.
“It was, it is. It really is,” Buffy agreed. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, Willow’s coming!”
“Those are some pretty serious charges you’re bringing,” Dr. Ogilvie said.
“They. An. And in all my years of practice, I’ve never come up against a doctor seemingly so incompetent. I think these papers speak for themselves, plus what’s happened to William Worthington.”
“And this nurse says she was threatened?”
“Yes, said she’s sign a statement if you needed her to. Plus there’s a couple of other nurses on the 8th floor who are bothered by what they’ve seen of his behavior toward his patients, and in particular, his overdosing of Mr. Worthington.”
“Could you step outside for a moment, while we discuss this?”
“Of course. Please consider stopping Dr. Polydefkis from having anymore contact with these patients until you can ascertain his credentials,” Dr. Turner said, as he went into the outer office of the president of the hospital.
About 10 minutes later, they called him back in.
“We’ve decided to call Dr. Polydefkis in to talk to us about these accusations that have been brought to our attention. In the meantime, we’re not removing him from these cases, but we’re noting on all his patient’s records, for nurses to call one of us on call right away if his drug doses exceed those recommended by the PDR.”
“But what about his transferring William to 8 West, when I had him slated to move to 10 South, with no good reason? Putting him on so many meds, when he’d been on none, that he had a seizure?” Dr. Turner asked, frustrated.
“I’m sure there’s got to be some reasonable explanation. We’ll put in William’s chart that he’s not to be seen without a nurse present. In fact, let’s do that for all his patients until we sort this out.”
“What kind of reasonable explanation could there possibly be?”
“Look, we’ve given you the main thing that you’ve asked for, and that’s protection for Mr. Worthington and his other patients. If Dr. Polydefkis doesn’t have a reasonable answer to these charges then we’ll see that Mr. Worthington is moved back to 10 North, reassigned to you, then you can move him to the step-down unit. I do have to say, that your desire to move him, as your last act as his doctor, is quite suspect in itself. Now it’s for us to make a final call. Clear?”
Dr. Turner reluctantly nodded, “One more thing, actually, two. Elizabeth Worthington, his wife, wants William released into the care of her doctor back in California,” Dr. Turner said.
“This is the wife he hasn’t seen in three years, who he doesn’t remember?” Dr. Ogilvie asked.
Dr. Turner nodded, “Yes, but they got on quite well yesterday. I saw him after she’d been there and he seemed happier and more hopeful than I’d ever seen him. She’s quite capable. She’s a teacher out there, I believe.”
“Well, presuming he is in fact, on the wrong floor altogether, we’ll need proof of her marriage to him, as well as a Medical Power of Attorney document.”
“I believe she’s getting those.”
Dr. Oglivie nodded, “Have her come see me with them when she does. What’s the second thing?”
“She wants to see him and I agree. He was just starting to come around, talk to me, that’s why I was having him go to step-down,” he said, looking pointedly at Dr. Oglivie, “her visit really cheered him. Now he’s been drugged, isolated…I can only imagine what this has done to his state of mind.”
Dr. Oglivie looked thoughtfully at him, “Tell Mrs. Worthington to bring me those documents tomorrow and I’ll let her have her visit. I’ll put it in the chart that she’s to be allowed to see him.”
“Thank you,” said Dr. Turner, letting out a breath. That had been a long shot.
“Willow? Willow’s coming? That’s great! When Buffy?”
“She’ll be in at midnight. I have to ask Leroy if his cousin is goio mio mind three people sleeping at her apartment tonight!”
Just then Dr. Turner tapped her on the shoulder.
Buffy turned, “What’s happening? Are they letting you be William’s doctor again?”
Dr. Turner shook his head, and proceeded to explain all of what they’d told him.
“Thanot not good enough!” Buffy said, “that maniac shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near William, or anyone else, for that matter. Nurse present or not!”
“I know. I feel the same, but they listened, and they’ve put these safeguards into place. It’s the most I could do right now. It’s better than the alternative, but not as much as we wanted.”
“Buffy turned around, her shoulders slumped.
“There’s one more thing. They’re going to let you see him, tomorrow. After you bring in those papers. It’s going in his chart.”
Buffy jumped up, “Are you serious? For real? Thank you so much! When?”
“Tomorrow, after you’ve shown them your proof of marriage and your medical power of attorney. I don’t know why they put this stipulation in there, I think they’re just playing it safe, since all this is going on.”
“I’ve got to go. You’ve got my phone numbers if you need me, and I know you, if you didn’t you’d probably find my house,” he said, smiling at her.
“One question, how do I file for Medical Power of Attorney?” Buffy asked.
“Got the license?”
Buffy nodded.
“I’ll type you a letter stating that I’ve been William’s doctor for the past 3 weeks and that he poses no threat to himself or others and that should do it. If you go to the courthouse on LaSalle Street tomorrow, they always have lawyers you can hire for the day there, or you can represent yourself. If you get a lawyer, they’ll file the paperwork for you and be with you when you go before a judge. It’s all very routine. I’ll have the letter for you tomorrow morning.”
“Thanks, what time should I come for it?”
“I’ll be here by 6:30am doing rounds, but it probably won’t be ready…oh, nevermind, I’ll type it tonight at home. It will be waiting for you whenever you get here. That way you can get to the courthouse by 8:00am and get on the docket quickly. Tell you what, if your case comes up around 11:00am, or if you could request that time, I’ll come by and give my personal recommendation to the judge that William’s Durable Power of Attorney be turned over to and that his care can be continued in California under his own physician’s care.”
“Again,” Buffy said, reaching out to shake his hand, “thank you so much!”
“I’ve got a letter from Sp…William’s doctor at home,” Dawn said.
“Can I see it?” Dr. Turner asked.
Dawn handed him the letter from her purse.
He took a couple of minutes to read it.
“It’s a good letter. Should be fine.”
“Good evening, ladies. Nice meeting you…?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, this is Dawn, my sister, Dawn, Dr. Turner.”
“Nice to meet you, Dawn.”
“You, too. Goodnight,” Dawn said.
6:00pm
Buffy asked to speak to Leroy and a couple of minutes later he came out.
“The front desk ladies are getting suspicious,” he said, smiling.
“Why?”
“They think you’re my girlfriend, what with all the times you’ve asked for me in the past couple of days.”
“Oh,” Buffy said smiling back.
“What’s up?” he asked her.
She introduced Dawn, then quickly told him what had happened since she’d gotten Dr. Turner from the golf course.
“Well good, then! You got things movin’ in the right direction. Oh, by the way, Amelia said that would be fine for you and a guest to come over. She gave me a key to give you. She’s going out for the evening and didn’t know when she’d be back,” he said, handing her the key.
“Listen,” he continued,” I gotta get back to work. I’m working until at least midnight, so I’ll check up on things before I leave. I’ll check out that website, too,” he said, whispering.
“Thanks again. I thought you were only working until 5, I wasn’t sure I was even going to catch you now.”
“Yeah, well, someone called off, so looks like I’m staying. I really should get an apartment in the city, like Amelia,” he said, sighing. “Well, gotta go, I’ll call you after I’ve had one more look tonight. I’ve got your cell phone number and Amelia’s.”
“Thanks, Leroy, I’ll talk to you later,” Buffy said, waving as he walked back into throuhe dhe doors.
7:30pm
Dr. Polydefkis pulled up in front of Lake Point Towers, one of the most prestigious addresses in Chicago. The attendant took the keys from him for his 2008 911 Silver Porche, and the doorman held the door and nodded toward him.
He took the elevator up to the 20th floor of the north building. Getting off the elevator, he opened the door to his half-million dollar condo. He loved living in the city, seeing the breathtaking views of Lake Michigan, and the city. He felt like he owned it. He didn’t worry about money, either. His online sale of pharmaceuticals that he got illegally from Europe were doing quite well, as was his offshore bank accounts.
The phone’s message light was flashing. That was unusual, mostly his calls were taken by his voice mail, to either be returned, or for the most part, ignored. Very few people knew his home phone number.
He pressed the play button.
“Dr. Polydefkis, this is Dr. Ogilivie at the hospital. I need you to come up to my office tomorrow morning before rounds begin. Um, some things have been brought to our attention regarding your patients, in particular, a William Worthington, who I believe you’ve just sent down to 8 West last evening. Dr. Turner had some concerns, as did a few of the nurses on both 10 North and 8 West that need to be addressed. I’m sure you’ll want to clear up any misunderstandings as soon as you can. Until tomorrow morning then.”
“Shit! If a couple of busy-body bitch nurses think they can get in my business they have another thing coming,” Dr. Polydefkis said, as he pondered whom he could get to stalk them some night after they got off work.
He logged into the doctor’s website and accessed his patient’s charts. His eyes narrowed, as did his mouth, as he read about Willi wif wife; a nurse on 8 West had charted that she was very upset at finding out about the move and had demanded Dr. Turner’s phone number, but was denied. Then he saw the asterisk by his patients, and the notation about having to have a nurse come with him on his rounds. He then logged into the hospital’s main computer and changed it back to the way it had been. That should give him a few hours, at least.
“Shit!” he repeated, still thinking of how much he’d enjoy wreaking havoc in the lives of those nurses. “But first things first!” he said as he dialed a number in L.A.
“Wolfram & Hart,” said a cheerful voice.
“Let me talk to Angel right now!” he barked.
“Hold on please,” she said, coolly.
“Angel here.”
“This is Dr. Polydefkis in Chicago, I think we have a problem.”
END CHAPTER 41