{"id":3192,"date":"2017-12-07T06:07:11","date_gmt":"2017-12-07T06:07:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/?p=3192"},"modified":"2023-02-14T22:24:51","modified_gmt":"2023-02-15T03:24:51","slug":"doctor-patient-confidentiality-chapter-fifty-seven","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/es_es\/doctor-patient-confidentiality-chapter-fifty-seven\/","title":{"rendered":"Confidencialidad m\u00e9dico-paciente: Cap\u00edtulo cincuenta y siete"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cOh, my God, you scared the hell<\/em> out of me!\u201d I hiss, my words breathy and leaving my lips in a panicked rush.<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s as if she appeared out of nowhere. I brace my hand against my chest, willing my startled heart to slow down. She\u2019s the last person I expected to see, especially considering her department is way over on the other end of campus. I\u2019m not really sure how to feel about seeing her here so unexpectedly. Something has to be wrong.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSorry,\u201d she simply offers, \u201cbut I really needed to talk to you.\u201d She sounds urgent, and I can see more than a hint of concern in her eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

I raise my brow. \u201cYou couldn\u2019t call or text me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She shakes her head. \u201cI couldn\u2019t chance it. You know Bill\u2019s been suspicious of me lately and I can\u2019t have anything incriminating on my phone in case he manages to get his hands on it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThen put a security password on your phone or something,\u201d I admonish.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou think with su <\/em>IT skills he wouldn\u2019t be able to hack it? That\u2019s like child\u2019s play to him,\u201d she counters.<\/span><\/p>\n

I sigh. She\u2019s right. Why the hell did she have to go date a damn techie? And a ridiculously smart one, at that? I can\u2019t even believe I\u2019m having this conversation right now.<\/span><\/p>\n

I look around tentatively, making sure Trixie or anyone else isn\u2019t in sight.<\/span><\/p>\n

Gina lets out a sigh of her own. \u201cLook, I know how difficult it is to be in your position,\u201d she says. \u201cBelieve me, I wouldn\u2019t ask you if I didn\u2019t absolutely have to.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Another sigh. \u201cFine. Make it quick,\u201d I say. \u201cThere\u2019s only a few minutes until the next bell goes off, and we can\u2019t be seen together. You know how word travels around here, and I don\u2019t want Trixie catching wind of any of this.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She nods, swallowing before she speaks. \u201cI need your help,\u201d she begins. \u201cI\u2019ll be heading out of the city this weekend for\u2026for work.\u201d She gives me a knowing look, and her expression is somber, like that of a person flooded with guilt.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI told Bill I\u2019m going to Madison for an important sorority event. If he brings it up to you or mentions anything that sounds unusual about it, I need you to cover for me. \u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow am I supposed to do that?\u201d I say, my own expression incredulous. \u201cWe barely know each other, and as far as he and Trixie are concerned, we\u2019ve pretty much never even had an actual <\/em>conversation. He\u2019ll think it\u2019s odd if I say anything, and it\u2019ll probably only raise his suspicions even more.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I continue to look around intermittently, my eyes darting left and right, making sure no one else is around as I try to keep my voice down.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLook, I\u2019m not telling you to bring me up or go into any details or anything like that,\u201d she explains, her shoulders slumped in a clear show of discomfort and perhaps even frustration. \u201cJust try to assure him that I\u2019m telling the truth in case he <\/em>does. Tell him whatever you need to. Better yet, try to change the topic and get his mind off the whole thing if it comes to that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

A slight pause ensues, and I let out a deep sigh as her eyes continue to plead with me.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll do what I can,\u201d I say finally, feeling sick to my stomach as I hear the words leave my mouth. \u201cBut we can\u2019t be seen together like this,\u201d I warn. \u201cNo more random middle of the day meetings. If you need to talk, come over to the Mushroom.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d she says, giving me one last nod of appreciation before she leaves.<\/span><\/p>\n

Seconds after she\u2019s out of sight, the horn goes off, signaling the end of another class period, and my own cue to leave.<\/span><\/p>\n

As I walk through the hallway, hearing the rowdy chorus of voices in the distance quickly becoming louder and louder as a stream of people shuffle through the hallways and corridors, I ask myself the same question for the millionth time;<\/span><\/p>\n

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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