dr. jack (drjack) wrote in notebookthreads, @ 2015-06-05 22:34:00 |
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Rounds were a necessary evil. Jack had never really cared for them, although his bedside manner had improved considerably over the years. Part of that was thanks to his dad, and Sarah, Jack wasn't about to deny that either one of them helped him become a better doctor because of it. Maybe he'd even become a better man because of them, but he didn't dwell on either of them that often, they were sore spots for Jack still and he didn't know if they would ever stop being sore spots for him.
Jack went through his charts, checking in on all of his patients during his rounds. Most of them were locals, some were in for dehydration from the heat, one or two from surgeries he'd performed and another one that had taken a pretty bad tumble from the top of a roof they'd been working on. The last patient on his list was one he'd carried to the hospital himself, and she was definitely not a local.
Bobbi was doing well, if not restless from being confined to her hospital room. Jack couldn't blame her. Even though he was a doctor, he wasn't too keen on the idea of being stuck in a hospital room for any length of time. Her wound was healing nicely, she hadn't since re-injured herself and as long as she took it easy? She would be just fine.
With her chart in hand, Jack walked up to her room, giving a light rap of his knuckles against the heavy wooden door and he waited just a few moments before entering. A light smile played on the corners of his mouth as he walked in, "Good morning, Miss Morse." He placed her chart down on the rolling tray holder, "I heard you might want to get out of here soon." He looked up at her with a raised brow, "How does today sound?"