The elegant doctor walked past him again without so much of a notice. Louie had been working in the hospital for 6 years, and Dr. Robineau had never spoken, other than to tell him to clean up a mess a few times over the years. He was always fantasizing about what Dr. Robineau looked like without all the conservative clothes. He was always picturing her naked, wondering how firm her breasts were; how pointed her nipples were; what her bush looked like and the pussy hiding behind it. Louie had been an orderly at the hospital the entire time. His duties usually included all the dirty work nobody else wanted. He had to clean up after patients lost control over their bladders, bowels, or stomachs. He did sponge baths, but was only allowed to do men. He wheeled people around, listened to them moan and groan, and generally filled the job of the lowest ranking lackey in the hospital hierarchy.
Dr. Robineau was the Chief of Staff at Rose Memorial. She was a very attractive woman in her mid-forties, tall, trim with jet black hair. Her face featured classic lines, reflecting the merger of her French and Irish heritage. She had shapely legs and a bigger than average bust line. She had a regal, though supercilious bearing. She always wore very conservative business suits, bland in color, with skirts just at the knee. Of course, when making her rounds, she wore a white coat over the staid ensemble.
Louie was 55 years old, short, overweight, and of Hispanic heritage. He had done custodial work most of his adult life. He was actually quite bright, but just did not have the background to help him secure a higher level job. Considering his educational limitations, he held a good job with one of the area's school districts for 15 years. He was just a janitor, but the school district had a good medical plan, as well as pension after 25years. Unfortunately, Louie was caught hiding between walls, one of which framed the girls' shower room. After one of the students reported him, the investigation led to the Principal finding a hole drilled into the wall where he was discovered. Louie tried to explain that he was just shoring up the drywall as part of his maintenance duties. The Union probably could have prevented his firing if the hole was all they found. However, Louie's cell phone was confiscated with a search warrant, and the authorities found some bleary pictures of girls showering. No charges were filed because the school felt the story would cast even more negative light on the beleaguered school system. Nonetheless, Louie was fired.
He got the job at the hospital, because, again, there was a good medical plan in place. He was still being ordered around by snooty people, but at least there was some down time in his schedule, in contrast to the never ending duties at the school.
Dr. Lisa Robineau was one of those rare people upon whom God seemed to bestow everything. She had brains, looks, energy, ambition, and plenty of good luck along the way. She was from a well to do family, which sent her to the best prep schools, and then on to a very prestigious college. She was a conscientious student even though her high IQ would have paved the way without her having to expend much effort. With good grades and an excellent entrance exam score, she got into a good medical school. After her years of internship and residency, she specialized in neurology. After a few years of practicing neurology at Rose Memorial, she ascended to the lofty position of Chief of Staff. At 44 years old, she was one of the youngest Chiefs of Staff in the entire area.
Lisa did not marry until she was 29. One of the reasons was because of her dedication to her career, and the other reason was that she did not feel she could find anyone good enough for her. Finally, she met and married a soon to be high powered attorney. They had two kids. The daughter was 15 and the son was 13. Their marriage had been reasonably solid, though there had been more than one bump in the road.
The hole in the wall was not of Louie's own making. It was just a result of poor workmanship and neglected maintenance. He went into the supply room all the time, and noticed a jagged hole into the adjoining room. The hole was not that noticeable because there was an open shelf around it. The adjoining room contained, among other things, the sizable and well secured cabinet that held the drugs used in the hospital on a daily basis. Of course, the activity in the room held little intrigue or interest for him. He did take a look when he heard a noise, just out of natural curiosity and boredom. Very few people at the hospital had the key to the cabinet because there were some very expensive and controlled medications locked away.
Over time, Louie started to notice that Dr. Robineau was visiting the room an unusual number of times. Of course, as the Chief of Staff, she had a key. Louie wondered, though, as to why a doctor who saw patients on a limited basis needed so many drugs. He started paying closer attention. If Louie saw the Chief going in the medicine room, he would rush into the supply room next door. He wasn't always available, but he noticed her enough times to begin charting a predictable routine of her visits. He then made it a point to be around at those times. He decided to take some pictures through the hole of her obtaining the drugs. Nobody seemed to notice the hole in the wall, as it was partially obscured by fading, raised plaster strips. Using his zoom lens, Louie was able to decipher the labels on the drug bottles. Virtually all the drugs Dr. Robineau took out were highly controlled substances which mostly were used for sedation, pain suppressants, and super tranquilizers. Though in its nascent stage, Louie was formulating a plan.
Louie had learned the inner workings of the hospital during his years there. He could not have helped but notice many procedures even if he was indifferent to his surroundings. But, Louie was not at all blasé. He was a very observant person, who, had he been afforded more educational opportunities, would have probably become a psychologist. He knew that any doctor could obtain drugs from the secure encasement, but he was getting suspicious about the frequency of Dr. Robineau's visits. He had not heard any talk of drugs missing and unaccounted. The nurses gossiped and talked about everything going on in the workplace. He just assumed that there were auditing procedures in place wherein the drugs taken out were matched with the drugs being consumed by the patients.
Louie decided to make frequent checks at all the nurse's stations of the dispensing of drugs. He certainly had plenty of access to all the stations under the guise of discharging his myriad of duties. The nurses did not pay the slightest bit of attention to him unless they wanted him to do something for them. He read the drug dispensing charts. He took pictures of all the charts when the nurse's station was unattended. When he got home, he assiduously tried to find the patient drug match with the drugs Dr. Robineau was taking out. Rarely, were there any drugs used by patients which matched the drugs taken out by Ms. Chief. Louie knew that the nurses kept thorough records of drugs being dispensed. Furthermore, there was seldom any record of Dr. Robineau even treating any of these patients. At first, his plan seemed tenuous. After a few weeks of solid, investigative work, the plan was gaining traction. Still, Louie kept wondering why these drug dispensing discrepancies were not discovered by someone in the hospital administration.
"I am a busy woman. What in the world do you want?" Louie finally had gathered enough evidence that he felt comfortable confronting the doctor. He had knocked on the door to her office.
"I wanted to talk to you about the drugs in your charge that seem to be missing from the hospital."
"What in heaven's name are you talking about?" the doctor asked in her usual pompous, condescending tone.
Louie explained that he had been photographing her taking drugs from the medicine cabinet. He told her he even had been able to decipher the labels. He went on to tell how he had been recording the medication charts at the nurses' stations, and that they had little or no record of the drugs she was taking out. Dr. Robineau showed very little outward emotion, though there was a trace of astonishment coupled with an air of superior denial. When Louie was finished stating his case, the doctor leaned forward in her seat and spoke. "First of all, I do not see how this is any of your business. You are just an orderly, and have little or no impact on the success of this hospital. Secondly, I have many responsibilities around here which you would not understand. My duties are complicated and far beyond your ability to grasp. How dare you confront me with these charges; though I doubt you have even a modicum of the information you claim to have. What exactly are you trying to prove with this outrageous drivel?"
"I have dated pictures; records; and cross referenced evidence. I can get them from my locker right now and show them to you." Louie continued with renewed bravado, "but rest assured there are copies hidden away from here in a secure place."
"I don't have to put up with this nonsense," the gorgeous doctor retorted. "I take many medications from the cabinet in order to treat patients. I am the Chief of Staff. I do not have to account for everything that other employees are required to do. You have a lot of nerve. Now, get out. Oh, and by the way, you can clean out that locker of yours. You are fired."
