Ben Dubay (painlingers) wrote in schisms, @ 2019-04-30 17:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | !character: benjamin dubay, !character: thomas childs, !complete, !log |
Who: Ben Dubay and Tom Childs
When: 22nd April - evening
Where: NY Presbyterian - Brooklyn
What: Two doctors talk
Warning(s): Mention of self-harm, suicide
Status: Complete
There was always something about stepping into a hospital - the smell of antiseptic that immediately assaulted the senses as soon as those doors opened and those hard plastic chairs that always seemed to get more uncomfortable the longer you sat in them. One would think that after the best part of the last decade going in and out of them that Ben would be use it, to everything that went along with being a healthcare professional. But things were so much different down here, the American system was complicated compared to the Canadian system that he had worked under since getting his qualifications, back home everyone was treated equally and a simple visit didn’t cost hundreds or thousands of dollars. That was why he worked at Galen, he wanted to offer fellow gifted people the same standards of care that he was used to.
Just over ninety minutes ago Ben had received a call from one of the hospitals in the Bronx, on the edge of Shangri-La. A young man had arrived with injuries that strongly suggested self harm and Ben’s number was saved on their phone as ‘Doc’, after his first few days at Galen Ben had gotten himself a cheap prepaid phone and gave that number to his clients instead of his personal and private one, telling them that if they were in dire needs they could call him. For some reason this young man hadn’t called him before hurting himself and the doctors there thought that having the psychologist there might be helpful.
The trip on the subway took longer than usual but that was the New York transit system. Walking into the hospital he went to the front desk, saying who he was and why he was there. The lady told him that the doctors were still with the man, cleaning wounds and stitching them up but Ben was welcome to wait down the hall in the break room and the doctor in charge would see him there. “Merci.” He said, finding the room and taking a seat by the wall, at least he wasn’t stuck out in the waiting room with everyone else.