I will allow this behavior to go on in my clinic you are sorely mistaken.”
She turned to the girl, her adrenaline pumping. After pulling the girl close, she turned her head back to the sailor. “By the way, if you can’t treat my patients right, I will be sure to inform the Bishop that you are free to join those foragers going outside the wire every day.” He was speechless. The last thing Hospitalman Donaldson wanted was to go outside of the wire. He had seen too many of his friends die in the last month.
By the time she found herself waiting on the dock for Mike to return, she and Indira had a two page list of medicine and medical equipment that was needed on the Island. They needed everything from antihistamines to Zoloft. The list of drugs may have been extensive, but it was nothing compared to the list of equipment. They needed things like: otoscopes, stethoscopes, and machines to check blood sugar, everything needed for IV administration, syringes, bandages, gauze pads, iodine, and alcohol. The list seemed endless.
Her thoughts returned to her husband as the sound of boat engines grew louder. There! She could see three boats approaching. One was larger than the other two and reminded her of the boat that brought them to the island. Mike was standing on the bow of the larger boat. He was grinning from ear to ear. She realized that her face mirrored his.
She hadn’t realized until she came down to the dock that she had been worried about him. It was the first time in a month that the couple had been apart from each other for more than ten minutes. Her heart had been pounding its way out of her chest as she waited for the boats to arrive. When he jumped from the bow, she hugged him tighter than she had in a long time.
After dinner, which was served in a communal dining hall, Indira and Jen cornered Jerry and presented him the list. He seemed more approachable than the Bishop. He told them that he would give the list to the Bishop in the morning. If there was anything that could be done, he would let them know.
Day 37
The Island
“What do you mean: have to wait?” It was too early for this. She hadn’t had coffee.
“The Bishop said there are other priorities right now.” Jerry could see that the two women were not going to take no for an answer. He had only met them yesterday, but these women were different than most of the people on the island. He wanted to say they seemed stronger. But it wasn’t that. It was something else. He couldn’t put his finger on it.
“What other priorities? Does he realize how sick the people on this island actually are? Does he not understand what is going to happen to them if they continue to not take their meds?”
“He says he understands your dilemma, but there are other more pressing matters. If you can hold out for another week or so, he thinks he can have a team working on your list by then.”
Jen couldn’t believe her ears. Last night she and Indira had discussed, at great length, the poor state of the medical facilities on the island. Hell, the vet clinic they had been forced to take refuge in two weeks ago was better suited to meeting the needs of the people of the Island than this…this…this joke. There was nothing they could do about anything more than a paper cut.
“Where is The Bishop right now,” she demanded.
“In his office,” he answered. “He’s briefing the foragers.” Jen did not respond to the man, but turned on her heals, followed by Indira. “Wait,” he called. “You can’t interrupt him. He hates interruptions!” The women picked up their pace.
When they reached the office, the door was closed. They could hear a single voice inside. It was gruff and authoritative. The man wasn’t yelling, but everyone in and out of the room knew who was in charge.