Kiefer shook his head. “I don’t think an examination of a patient is a place for a TV show.”
Ashley stepped farther into the room. “Why’re you being so difficult about this? I need this publicity for the clinic. To raise funds that are needed desperately.”
“I understand that but I don’t think putting a patient on TV is the way to go.”
The reporter came to the doorway. Ashley glanced back then returned her attention to Kiefer. Her face held a beseeching expression. “Please. I won’t ask you to do it again.”
Something about her look had Kiefer reconsidering. What would be so bad about doing his job and trying not to pay any attention to the camera? He did understand the need to shine a light on what was going on in Southriver. He said tightly, “Okay, but you’ll owe me.”
“Thank you,” she said, then turned to the man behind her. “Russell, we’ll go to the exam room now and meet Mrs. McGuire.”
Kiefer followed the party up the hallway to one of the two functioning exam rooms. The camera crew stopped outside the door and allowed him to enter first. Mrs. McGuire was a forty-something woman neatly dressed in a casual shirt and jeans. When he entered she looked up from where she sat in a chair in the corner.
“Hi, I’m Dr. Bradford. I understand you’re Mrs. McGuire.”
Ashley, along with the reporter and cameraman, squeezed into the room.
Mrs. McGuire looked at the group with interest. “I am.”
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Kiefer nodded toward the people behind him. “I’ll tell them to leave if you’re not.”
“Mrs. McGuire—” Ashley started.
“Is my patient.”
Ashley said nothing more.
The patient nodded her assent. “Now, Mrs. McGuire, what seems to be the problem?” Kiefer asked.
“I’ve been having trouble with one of my toes.” She lifted her right foot. It was covered by a sock and she was wearing a house shoe.
“Would you please remove your sock? I’d like to take a look.” As she did so Kiefer pulled the other metal chair in the room closer.
A sweet smell of infection filled the room. He reached down and cupped her calf, lifting it so that her heel rested on his thigh. Mrs. McGuire’s large toe was a deep purple color that was extending to the next one.
The cameraman took a step closer.
“How long has this toe looked like this?” Kiefer asked, trying not to let his concern show in his voice. He didn’t want the reporter to get the idea that this might be more than an ordinary hurt toe.
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe a few months.”
Kiefer nodded. She should have been seen long ago. “Mrs. McGuire, have you ever been told you were a diabetic?”
“It’s been so long since I’ve been to the doctor I don’t remember.”
Kiefer took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. Why had she let this go on for so long? Did she realize how bad it was? He turned to the reporter. “I need you to leave now. I would like to talk to my patient in private.”
“But we really didn’t get anything,” the reporter complained.
“Dr. Bradford, could I speak to you outside?” Ashley followed the reporter and cameraman out.
“Mrs. McGuire, I’ll be right back,” Kiefer said.
Ashley waited in the hall. He closed the exam room door behind him. The reporter and cameraman were walking toward the waiting area.
“Why’re you making this so difficult?” she demanded, before he could say anything.
“Because that woman in there needs to be in the hospital. She’s going to lose that toe. If she waits much longer she could lose her entire foot. I don’t think that’s something that should be said in front of a camera.”
Ashley’s mouth formed an O of comprehension.
“That’s right, oh. Now, if we’re done here I’ll see about making arrangements to have her admitted.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I’ll see that she gets there. I know she lives alone and will need a ride. That’s probably why she hasn’t been seeing a doctor regularly.”
Kiefer had to admit Ashley’s focus turned quickly to compassion and willingness to help. Despite her appearance of having a one-track mind, only concerned about her agenda, she genuinely seemed to have the woman’s best interests at heart.
She headed down the hall toward the reporter and Kiefer returned to Mrs. McGuire.
He took the chair again and explained the situation to his patient.
Mrs. McGuire surprised him with her reaction when she said, “I’m not going to the hospital. Nothing good happens there.”
That wasn’t generally true but in her case it might be. Kiefer wasn’t sure if her prognosis might be worse than he’d anticipated. At a knock on the door he said, “Come in.”
Ashley entered. “Mrs. McGuire, I’m going to drive you to the hospital.”
“I’m not going.”
Ashley’s eyes widened as she gave Mrs. McGuire an incredulous look. “Why not?”
“Because I don’t want a bunch of people I don’t know poking at me.”
“Please, Mrs. McGuire, you need to have your foot seen to. I’ll be there with you. Didn’t Dr. Bradford tell you how important this is to your health?”
“I did,” Kiefer said.
“I understand the doctor is trying to help but I’ll be all right.” Mrs. McGuire started putting on her sock. “I’ll just give it a good soak and it’ll get better like it always has.”
Kiefer leaned forward, capturing her gaze. “That might work for a little while but not forever, and when it stops you’ll be in bigger trouble. Please reconsider.”
Ashley placed her hand on his shoulder. He was far too conscious of it remaining there as she said, “Dr. Bradford, would you let me speak to Mrs. McGuire for a second?”
“Sure.” He left. What did Ashley have to say that couldn’t be said in front of him? As he went into the next exam room he saw the reporter and cameraman still standing in the waiting room.
A few minutes later Ashley stopped him in the hall. “If you’ll make all the arrangements, I’ll take Mrs. McGuire to the hospital as soon as we go by her house and pack a bag.”
Ashley could work miracles. “What did you say to get her to go?”
She grinned. “What’s said between two women stays between two women.”
“That’s not been my experience.”
She looked at him with her chin tilted to one side. “Why, Doctor, I do believe you’re a bit jaded.”
“No, I’ve lived long enough to know differently. But it doesn’t matter. I’m just glad you convinced her.”
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