Author's note:
For those who have read my two other stories, I'm taking a step back from the betrayal theme on this one, at least to some extent. This is a longer, multi-part novel(la?), that's been in the works for more than a while, but the finishing touches are finally being put on the (mostly happy) ending, so I'm going to start posting it.
As a warning to everyone, you'll notice the tags do include both Romance and Cheating, so if it's not already obvious, the protagonists will partake in cheating behaviour (though I'm trying to keep it real and not glorify it too much here). Also, the later chapters will involve brief instances female-on-male physical violence and non-consent. Just in case any of that is a non-starter for you.
Otherwise, cheers, thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy.
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Saving the Doctor,
Part 1. A Shoulder to Lean On,
"No. No way. That's not what I came here for." he said.
Jon took a breath and tried to look at his patient reassuringly, "It's a routine medical exam. It's not as bad as you think, and it's necess-"
"No! You're not comin' anywhere near my ass. Just gimme some pills or some shit."
"You told me you're having trouble urinating, and at your age if you've never had a prostate exam before, you should actually have one regardless," Jon explained.
"Forget I said it then. I'm peein' fine," he said crossing his arms stubbornly.
Jon sighed. "Well I can't make you, but I want you to know it IS recommen-"
"Yeah that's right you can't make me," he interrupted. "I know you're a newbie but you can't go shovin' your fingers at everyone who walks in the door. Goddamn waste of time like I thought. At least I get to tell my wife I was right. Can I get some percocets at least?"
"Wh... Excuse me?"
"Percocets, er, oxy-whatever. My buddy lends me some for when my gut starts hurtin' worse than usual. Works like a charm, at least for a while."
"That is... not appropriate. Look if you're having ongoing abdominal pain we should at least talk about that," Jon said, not wanting to, but knowing he should.
"Well... it HAS been getting worse. And um... I've been noticing some blood in the toilet every now and then, but it's usually just- hey DON'T give me that look you're still not stickin' your finger up my ass!" he said, pointing at Jon's concerned face and leaning back.
Jon furrowed his brow and tightened his mouth, trying not to glare, and spoke carefully, "I know you're not comfortable with that... today, and that's... fine for now, but I think I should ask you a few more questions, because honestly it's sounding like you might need a colonoscopy. Again, at your age..."
"I think I've heard of that. Is that like a scan?" the man asked suspiciously.
"It's a scope, a camera that they look inside your colon with," Jon explained.
The man narrowed his eyes, "...and how do they get the camera inside you?"
Jon watched the door slam and stared at it blankly for a few seconds before turning back to the computer.
After the last patient had finally gone, Jon rubbed his hands over his face in front of the computer screen. He tried to breathe out slowly, calming the tension that had been building up steadily throughout the day. The whirlwind of patients was over, the clinic closing up, but he had a ton of chart notes to catch up on. Maybe he could make it home before 7:30 today.
Five weeks into his new practice as a rookie MD and it wasn't feeling any easier. He knew it would be tough, and he had tried to prepare and streamline things as best he could, but if he was honest with himself probably nothing really would have prepared him for being on his own.
Ten years of post-secondary education and I still feel like I know nothing,
he thought to himself.
Deep down he knew that wasn't really true. He had done well in med school and residency. He passed his exams, not with ease, but with respectable marks. His preceptors were usually impressed and recommended him. It wasn't really the medical details of things that challenged him though. It was everything else.
It was the pace, trying to do everything that he knew needed to be done for these people in the short time given to him for each appointment.
It was the entitled, aggressive front so many patients put on, often demanding tests and treatments that were completely inappropriate. He knew it ultimately came from a place of fear and vulnerability, but that doesn't help much when a man's yelling at you that he'll sue unless he gets exactly the amount and strength of valium that he's entitled to as 'a goddamn taxpaying citizen'...
It was their skepticism in knowing he was new doctor, and the implication he would never be as great as Dr. Orson - the recently retired doctor he had inherited a lot of patients from. He had never met the man, and he was sure he was a fine doctor overall, but he probably couldn't work the EMR on the computer to save his life, and it showed in his abysmal notes on everyone's disorganized charts.
So, Jon went into most appointments essentially blind, but with patients expecting him to know their every detail. He was still able to get most people on his side eventually, and explain why they needed this or that, instead of whatever it was they were expecting. Most left reasonably satisfied, but it took so much time, and so much mental and emotional effort, that every patient seemed to drain more life out of him.
Okay, enough belly-aching, get the fuck to work Jon, or you'll be here till midnight.
He started typing away at the remaining notes and consults he had to finish.
"Hey Dr. Davidson, I'm heading off unless there's anything else you need."
He looked up to see his assistant Beth in the doorway. She was in her early twenties, very good looking, with a peppy friendly exterior, but with a bit of a snobbish streak that slipped out on occasion. She was a waitress part-time as well, and her personality seemed more suited to that than a clinic assistant, but she did her job well. Very well, if he was being honest. Despite her somewhat ditzy personality she was always on the ball, and her tight organizational skills were the only thing keeping him afloat some days. She layered on the makeup more than he thought she needed to, and dressed a bit more provocatively than a lot of women in the workplace, but she was obviously free to do so, and he wouldn't dream of mentioning anything; he just worried about a girl with her body grabbing too much attention from some of the sleazier male patients.
He realized he was staring blankly at her and finally remembered to speak.
"Oh, uh no I'm alright, thanks Beth," he replied, turning quickly back to his computer, worried his staring had come off as creepy.
"Okay, you sure? You're always here so late and I like, kinda feel bad," she said, looking at the wall and fidgeting with the hem of her miniskirt.
"Yeah, I'm sure. It's been a long, rough day again, but don't worry about it, you can head home. You were a great help today as usual, so thanks," he responded, wondering why she was lingering.
She smiled at his compliment and stood awkwardly for a second as if she wanted to talk more, but another doctor came up the hall behind her.
"Hey Jon, how'd clinic go?" Doug interrupted.
Beth said a polite "Hi Dr Pauls," with a slightly annoyed look, and left silently.
