University had had its ups and downs like any point of life. It was fun but it was also very difficult, especially in the last two years where all work and next to no play was the only way to secure top marks. He’d done it though. He had achieved his doctrine in neurology and the nervous system and to boot he had been one of the few to be offered a placement in a hospital one state over. He was given the opportunity there to work with experienced doctors and actual patients as a student doctor in his master’s degree year. It had been a while ago too since he had started that and now he was looking at finding his first actual job as a junior or apprentice doctor. He had been given the choice in this of two main hospitals and one newer hospital a city over. One of the main ones was back in Britain, but he did not know anybody there and the other was the hospital he had already been working at for the past year.
His father had encouraged him to take time out to look at his options and to visit the family a little. They hadn’t seen him in too long. The each offered their own views, whether he wanted them or not, but the choice was his ultimately his to make.
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His first few months on the job had been interesting enough. Another graduate had joined this particular hospital, as a nurse, and was relieved to know they were not the only one new to the field despite his greater experience now. He had his brain picked about everything from the job to teachers to what pop group he thought had the hottest band members in it. The most intriguing feature about the place at the moment perhaps at this point was a new patient. Apparently he, an adult male, had been transferred to this hospital recently in hopes that the ‘new views on medical practice’ might help him. Doctors, for lack of a better term, where stumped.
According to his notes, which had been given to Doctor Andrews – Ewen’s mentor there – along with responsibility of the patient, his brain activity and bodily functions seemed to be working as they should. The only thing they could find ‘wrong’ with him was the fact that he would not wake up very often and when he did it was usually to complain about or be in the process of very violent night terrors. It offered the chance of study if nothing else.
“I am sure I hear him talking to someone you know,” Adrien comments one night holding his coat over his arms and his bag over one shoulder on his way out. “They’ve put me in for cleaning his room this week and I can sometimes hear him mumbling something. Like he’s seeing something there.” He shivers. “Creeps me out a bit actually.”
His father had encouraged him to take time out to look at his options and to visit the family a little. They hadn’t seen him in too long. The each offered their own views, whether he wanted them or not, but the choice was his ultimately his to make.
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His first few months on the job had been interesting enough. Another graduate had joined this particular hospital, as a nurse, and was relieved to know they were not the only one new to the field despite his greater experience now. He had his brain picked about everything from the job to teachers to what pop group he thought had the hottest band members in it. The most intriguing feature about the place at the moment perhaps at this point was a new patient. Apparently he, an adult male, had been transferred to this hospital recently in hopes that the ‘new views on medical practice’ might help him. Doctors, for lack of a better term, where stumped.
According to his notes, which had been given to Doctor Andrews – Ewen’s mentor there – along with responsibility of the patient, his brain activity and bodily functions seemed to be working as they should. The only thing they could find ‘wrong’ with him was the fact that he would not wake up very often and when he did it was usually to complain about or be in the process of very violent night terrors. It offered the chance of study if nothing else.
“I am sure I hear him talking to someone you know,” Adrien comments one night holding his coat over his arms and his bag over one shoulder on his way out. “They’ve put me in for cleaning his room this week and I can sometimes hear him mumbling something. Like he’s seeing something there.” He shivers. “Creeps me out a bit actually.”
