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On the surgical floor three stories above the atmosphere was more relaxed。 With temperature and humidity carefully controlled throughout the whole operating section； staff surgeons； interns； and nurses； stripped down to their underwear beneath green scrub suits； could work in fort。 Some of the surgeons had pleted their first cases of the morning and were drifting into the staff room for coffee before going on to subsequent ones。 From the operating rooms which lined the corridor； aseptically sealed off from the rest of the hospital； nurses were beginning to wheel patients still under anesthesia into one of the two recovery rooms。 There the patients would remain under observation until well enough to go back to their assigned hospital beds。
Between sips of scalding coffee Lucy Grainger； an orthopedic surgeon； was defending the purchase of a Volkswagen she had made the day before。
〃I'm sorry； Lucy；〃 Dr。 Bartlett was saying。 〃I'm afraid I may have stepped on it in the parking lot。〃
〃Never mind； Gil；〃 she told him。 〃You need the exercise you get just walking around that Detroit monster of yours。〃
Gil Bartlett； one of the hospital's general surgeons； was noted for possession of a cream Cadillac which was seldom seen other than in gleaming spotlessness。 It reflected； in fact； the dapperness of its owner； invariably one of the best dressed among the Three Counties attending physicians。 Bartlett was also the only member of staff to sport a beard…a Van Dyke； always neatly trimmed…which bobbed up and down when he talked； a process Lucy found fascinating to watch。
Kent O'Donnell strolled over to join them。 O'Donnell was chief of surgery and also president of the hospital's medical board。 Bartlett hailed him。
〃Kent； I've been looking for you。 I'm lecturing the nurses next week on adult tonsillectomies。 Do you have some Kodachromes showing aspiration tracheitis and pneumonia？〃
O'Donnell ran his mind over some of the color photographs in his teaching collection。 He knew what Bartlett was referring to…it was one of the lesser known effects which sometimes followed removal of tonsils from an adult。 Like most surgeons； O'Donnell was aware that even with extreme operative care a tiny portion of tonsil sometimes escaped the surgeon's forceps and was drawn into the lung where it formed an abscess。 Now he recalled a group of pictures he had of the trachea and lung； portraying this condition； they had been taken during an autopsy。 He told Bartlett； 〃I think so。 I'll look them out tonight。〃
Lucy Grainger said； 〃If you don't have one of the trachea； give him the rectum。 He'll never know the difference。〃 A laugh ran round the surgeons' room。
O'Donnell smiled too。 He and Lucy were old friends； in fact； he sometimes wondered if； given more time and opportunity； they might not bee something more。 He liked her for many things； not least the way she could hold her own in what was sometimes thought of as a man's world。 At the same time； though； she never lost her essential femininity。 The scrub suit she was wearing now made her shapeless； almost anonymous； like the rest of them。 But he knew that beneath was a trim； slim figure； usually dressed conservatively but in fashion。
His thoughts were interrupted by a nurse who had knocked； then entered discreetly。
〃Dr。 O'Donnell； your patient's family are outside。〃
〃Tell them I'll be right out。〃 He moved into the locker room and began to slip out of his scrub suit。 With only one operation scheduled for the day he was through with surgery now。 When he had reassured the family outside…he had just operated successfully for removal of gallstones…his next call would be in the administrator's office。
One floor above surgical； in private patient's room 48； George Andrew Dunton had lost the capacity to be affected by heat or coolness and was fifteen seconds away from death。 As Dr。 MacMahon held his patient's wrist； waiting for the pulse to stop； Nurse Penfield turned the window fan to 〃high〃 because the presence of the family had made the room unfortably stuffy。 This was a good family； she reflected…the wife； grown son； and younger daughter。 The wife was crying softly； the daughter silent but with tears coursing down her cheeks。 The son had turned away but his shoulders were shaking。 When I die； Elaine Penfield thought； I hope someone has tears for me； it's the best obituary there is。
Now Dr。 MacMahon lowered the wrist and looked across at the others。 No words were needed； and methodically Nurse Penfield noted the time of death as 10：52 A。M。
Along the corridor in the other wards and private patients' rooms this was one of the quieter times of day。 Morning medications had been given； rounds were over； and there was a lull until lunch time would bring the cycle of activity to a peak once more。 Some of the nurses had slipped down to the cafeteria for coffee； others who remained were writing their case notes。 〃plains of continued abdominal pains；〃 Nurse Wilding had written on a woman patient's chart and was about to add another line when she paused。
For the second time that morning Wilding； gray…haired and at fifty…six one of the older nurses on staff； reached into her uniform and took out the letter she had read twice already since it had been delivered to her desk along with the patients' mail。 A snapshot of a young naval lieutenant； j。g。； with a pretty girl on his arm； fell out as she opened it； and for a moment she gazed down at the picture before reading the letter again。 〃Dear Mother；〃 it started。 〃This will e as a surprise to you； but I have met a girl here in San Francisco and we were married yesterday。 I know in some ways this will be a big disappointment since you always said you wanted to be at my wedding； but I'm sure you'll understand when I tell you 。 。 。〃
Nurse Wilding let her eyes wander from the letter and thought of the boy she remembered and of whom she had seen so little。 After the divorce she had taken care of Adam until college； then there had been Annapolis； a few weekends and brief holidays； after that the Navy； and now he was a man； belonging to someone else。 Later on today she must send them a telegram of love and good wishes。 Years ago she had always said that as soon as Adam was on his own and self…supporting she would quit nursing； but she never had； and now retirement would e soon enough without hastening it。 She put the letter and photograph back in her uniform pocket and reached for the pen she had laid down。 Then in careful script she added to the chart： 〃Slight vomiting with diarrhea。 Dr。 Reubens notified。〃
In Obstetrics； on the fourth floor； there was never any time of day which could be predictably quiet。 Babies； Dr。 Charles Dornberger thought； as he scrubbed alongside two other obstetricians； had an annoying habit of ing in batches。 There would be hours； even days； when things would be orderly； quiet； and babies could be delivered in tidy succession。 Then suddenly all hell would break loose； with half a dozen waiting to be born at once。 This was one of those moments。
His own patient； a buxom； perpetually cheerful Negress； was about to deliver her tenth child。 Because she had arrived at the hospital late； and already advanced in labor； she had been brought up on a stretcher from Emergency。 While he was still scrubbing Dornberger could hear part of her duologue outside with the intern who had escorted her to Obstetrics。
Apparently； as was normal for an urgent case； the intern had cleared the passenger elevator down below on the main floor。
〃All them nice peopl' movin' out of th' elevator fo' me；〃 she was saying。 〃Why； ah nevah felt so important befo' in all mah life。〃 At this point Dornberger heard the intern tell the patient to relax and the answer came back； 〃Relax； sonny？ Ah am relaxed。 Ah always relaxes when ah has a baby。 That th' only time there's no dishes； no washin'； no cookin'。 Why； ah look forward to in' in here。 This just a holiday fo' me。〃 She paused as pain gripped her。 Then； partly through clenched teeth； she muttered； 〃Nine children ah've got； and this'll be the tenth。 Th' oldest one's as big as you； sonny。 Now you be lookin' fo' me a year from now。 Ah tell you； ah'll be back。〃 Dornberger heard her chuckli
