Episode 47: Scene Two
Cliff walked down the hallway, his focus centered solely on the large door with the bold black letters spelling out "CHIEF OF STAFF" above it. Even if Trace wouldn't let him, Cliff was determined to help save Kim in any way that he could. He had helped get her get into the situation she was in, and he was going to do everything in his power to get her out.
Cliff rapped sharply on the door, then folded his arms, waiting for the door to open. When it did, he faced the man sharply.
The doctor was rather short and stubby. He had a thick brown moustache and a head with hair only located on the sides of it. Thin wire-rimmed bifocals sat on his large, pointy nose. His voice, rather small and annoying, began demanding, "What are you doing? How did you get here?"
"I have my ways," was all Cliff said. "May I come in?"
"No you may not. Who are you, son?"
"Let me come in and I just might tell you."
By this time, the doctor's ears were beginning to turn a deep shade of red as they always did when he became angered. "No, what I think I'll do is call security. We've been having too many kids run up and down these halls as it is."
Cliff blew on his fingernails and shrugged. "I don't think you'd want to do that."
The doctor looked a tad bit surprised. "And why not?"
"It wouldn't sit to well with my father."
"Why in the world should I care what your father thinks?"
Again, Cliff shrugged. "I don't know. He's only the head of the hospital board, is all," he said with such coolness and effectiveness that the doctor took a step backwards. He looked at the man's nametag. "Doctor...Quincy, I'd suggest you let me in the office now so that we can discuss a...friend of mine."
"Do come in," Dr. Quincy stepped aside to let Cliff through the doorway. "What seems to be the matter?"
Sitting down in a small, black cushioned chair, Cliff said, "I'll get right to the point, sir. I have a friend, Kim Anderson, who could very well die because of something that someone close to me did. I need to know her status and quite frankly, I need to know it now."
"Kim Anderson? The name doesn't sound familiar."
"Well I suggest you make it familiar very soon or else I will be forced to go to the board with a little story of the chief of staff's incompetency in the medical field, is that clear?" Cliff's voice was cold and cutting.
"Who do you-" Dr. Quincy quickly stopped himself. "Never mind. I'll look it up."
Cliff leaned back and put his hands together, smiling slyly as he watched Dr. Quincy do his bidding. Cliff didn't often throw his weight around, but when he did he threw it as if there were no tomorrow. The Harvard degrees that lined the wall mattered little to Cliff. All that mattered was that Kim was safe.
"Ah, here it is," Dr. Quincy pulled out a file. He opened the manilla folder and looked at its technical contents. He frowned a little before looking up at Cliff. "Are you sure that you want to know?"
Cliff stared at him, "Of course I do!"
Dr. Quincy sighed. "Your friend Kim has about a one in ninety-seven chance of surviving. She's suffered severe damage to brain tissue as well as many internal injuries, and the bleeding is become increasingly hard to slow. Quite frankly, I wouldn't be surprised if she doesn't make it through the week."