Drama at it's best.

Mood: Pissed off
Drinking- Coffee
Listening t0- Linkin Park: points of authority


Once again the law makes life hard for us all.
It's so dumb and annoying.

Shaylie quit, went back to her pervious boss Gerogeson, just in time to aid him in his law suit agianst Witter, and likely the rest of us as well with our luck.
Shaylie came to my appartment to let me know, so nice of her -ahem- NOT!
I can't beleive that she's going to go threw with this. It's mind boggeling.
She knows so much..she could have us all convcited with in the first ten seconds of court.
and YES! Witter, Coleman, Hayle and myself all have to be there to testify.
This is why I try to avoid friendship, no matter what you get stabbed in the end. I never thought that Scott would be the one to turn on me, and the rest of us, but that just proves my point even more.

Heres what started all this mess.
Trish Robinson came in with her ten year old son Jagger. He was very sick, with something none of us could identify.
His symptoms were generally common, flu like in their nature. But it wasn't that simple, he didn't react to any treatments we tried, they made him worse.
We ran blood tests, did scopes, x-ray's , MRI's you name it.
We found nothing.
It wasn't until about two days after he was admitted he gave us a clue as to what was wrong.
He brought up blood, most liekly from the vicous cough he had, that sounded like a seal's brak.
His air way closed off completely shortly after that.
What ever he had before he came here, turned into respitory distress.

I knew right then what it was, it was just too soon for any of our tests to diagnose it.
Whooping Cough mixed with phenomia.
The treatment was a lengthy dose of prednazone, along with other steroids in puffer form. Also a ventilation tent, it's like a cannopy that goes over top the bed only difference is air is continuasly pumped into it, making breathing easier.

But the parents refused. Trish and her Husband John both felt the treatment would kill their son before anything else could.
The steriods were very strong, and yes, the have nasty side effectes. But so does death, only you can't come back from that.
So, I made the choice I felt they should have.
I got Witter to sign a paper saying I had legal permisson to go along with the treatment, however he wasn't aware thats what he signed. I slipped it into another pile of useless forms which I knew he wouldn't read, and fished it out once he was done.

Yes, I know. I'm an awful person for not wanting this little boy to die because his parents are stupid.
But, I was wrong.
The treatment didn't work.
It didn't make him worse, it stabelized him, which was a bonus, but as time would prove, the bonus was short lived.
I was taken off the case right after that, because someone ratted me out to Witter, and he got pissed.
And the boy died later that night.

So now, he's being sued because of something I did.
Scott is one of the many people working to get Witter put in jail, and she expectes me to be okay with it.
But, she did say one thing that made me almost sick.
She knows.
Yes, she wasn't wrong in the least when she said I loved Witter.
Which makes me even more angry!
How do I pick between my boss (whom I happen to be in love with-gah!) or my childhood friend, the only person who's put up with me my entire life and never complaned?
I owe my boss my loyality, and it was Scott's choice to put herself in this position. But not mine.
I'm sticking with my boss, he writes my pay checks, and he's gotten me out of legal trouble before.
Now it's my trun to repay him I suppose.

I told Scott on the 13th that I would not testifiy agianst him, and that I would do everything in my power to switch the blame from him, to me ( the person who should be getting sued anyway) and that and evidence she found on him should be trashed, sense he really wasn't at fault.

"I'm not using anything from the last two years. Only evadense I find starting now." She told me, while we were having a meeting in my appratment.
"Good, get Georgeson off Witters ass then. I just gave you a full confession." I leaned closer to her over my kitchen table.
"But your not the one the Robinsons are after." She shook her head.
"But i'm the one who did the damn tests! Tell them that it would be in their best interests to sue me insted. You guys can do that you know."
"It's up to them who they take to court." She slammed his hand down on the table. Her tiny round face gave even more evidence of her growning anger towards my stubrronness.

I leaned back in my chair and shrugged. "Force them. Don't put the wrong person behind bars. It's your job to do what you can to get the right criminal and put them away, even if you have to break your own rules. Like we do as doctors. Sometimes we have to break the rules to keep someone alive, and sometimes we make mistakes. Like I did. Don't punish Witter to keep me out of trouble. I'm taking the heat for this one."

She just shook her head at me, got up and walked out of my apparment chuckling about how stupid I was being.

Well if I was being so stupid, then how come she couldn't come up with a good reason for me to take the blame?
She knows I'm right.
She just doesn't want to live her life knowing it was because of her that I landed behind bars.
She could feel fine if it was Witter, because she doesn't like him, and he's a menice to socitey, in her eyes.
Well, try as she might, Witter wont be going anywhere, anytime soon.