Beautiful Oblivion (The Maddox Brothers, #1)(96)

I smiled. “They don’t send you in for an upper GI if they think it’s rabies.”

Dana sighed and looked at the ceiling. “Thank God.”

Once I positioned Dana, centered the X-ray tube, and set my technique, I pressed the button and then took the film to the reader. My eyes were glued to the monitor, curious if she had a bowel obstruction, or if a foreign body was present.

“Whatcha got there, buddy?” David asked, standing behind me.

“Not sure. She’s lost twenty pounds in two days.”

“No way.”

“Way.”

“Poor kid,” he said, genuine sympathy in his voice.

David watched with me as the image illuminated the screen. When Dana’s abdomen film filled the screen, David and I both stared at it in shock.

David touched his fingers to his mouth. “No way.”

I nodded slowly. “Way.”

David shook his head. “I’ve never seen that. I mean, in a textbook, yes, but . . . man. Bad deal.”

The image on the monitor was hypnotizing. I’d never seen someone present with that gas pattern, either. I couldn’t even remember seeing it in a textbook.

“They’ve been talking a lot on the radio this morning about that virus in Germany. They say it’s spreading all over. It looks like war on the television. People panicking in the streets. Scary stuff.”

I frowned. “I heard that when I dropped off the girls this morning.”

“You don’t think the patient has it, do you? They’re not really saying exactly what it is, but that,” he said, gesturing to the monitor, “is impossible.”

“You know as well as I do that we see new stuff all the time.”

David stared at the image for a few seconds more, and then nodded, snapping out of his deep thought. “Hayes is ready when you are.”

I grabbed a lead apron, slid my arms through the armholes, and then fastened the tie behind my back as I walked to the reading room to fetch Dr. Hayes.

As expected, he was sitting in his chair in front of his monitor in the dark, speaking quietly into his dictation mic. I waited patiently just outside the doorway for him to finish, and then he looked up at me.

“Dana Marks, twenty-three years old, presenting with abdominal pain and significant weight loss since Wednesday. Some hair loss. No history of abdominal disease or heart problems, no previous abdominal surgeries, no previous abdominal exams.”

Dr. Hayes pulled up the image I’d just taken, and squinted his eyes for a moment. “How significant?”

“Nineteen pounds.”

He looked only slightly impressed until the image appeared on the screen. He blanched. “Oh my God.”

“I know.”

“Where has she been?”

“She hasn’t traveled recently, if that’s what you mean. She did mention being attacked by a drunk after a party Tuesday night.”

“This is profound. Do you see the ring of gas here?” he asked, pointing to the screen. His eyes brightened with recognition. “Portal venous gas. Look at the biliary tree outline. Remarkable.” Dr. Hayes went from animated to somber in less than a second. “You don’t see this very often, Scarlet. This patient isn’t going to do well.”

I swallowed back my heartbreak for Dana. She either had a severe infection or something else blocking or restricting the veins in her bowel. Her insides were basically dead and withering away. She might have four more days. They would probably attempt to take her to emergency surgery, but would likely just close her back up. “I know.”

“Who’s her doctor?”

“Vance.”

“I’ll call him. Cancel the UGI. She’ll need a CT.”

I nodded and then stood in the hall while Dr. Hayes spoke in a low voice, explaining his findings to Dr. Vance.

“All right. Let’s get to it,” the doctor said, standing from his chair. We both took a moment to separate ourselves from the grim future of the patient. Dr. Hayes followed me down the hall toward the exam room where Dana waited. “The girls doing okay?”

I nodded. “They’re at their dad’s this weekend. They’re going to meet the governor.”

“Oh,” the doctor said, pretending to be impressed. He’d met the governor several times. “My girls are coming home this weekend, too.”

I smiled, glad to hear it. Since Dr. Hayes’s divorce, Miranda and Ashley didn’t come home to visit nearly as much as he would have liked. They were both in college, both in serious relationships, and both mama’s girls. Much to the doctor’s dismay, any free time they had away from boyfriends and studying was usually spent with their mother.

He stopped, took a breath, held the exam-room door open, and then followed me inside. He hadn’t given me time to set up the room before he came back, so I was glad the upper GI was cancelled.

David was shaking the bottles of barium.

“Thanks, David. We won’t be needing those.”

David nodded. Having seen the images before, he already knew why.

I helped Dana to a sitting position, and she stared at both of us, clearly wondering what was going on.

“Dana,” Dr. Hayes began, “you say your problem began early Wednesday morning?”

“Yes,” she said, her voice strained with increasing discomfort.