MARTHA JUMPED TO her feet, almost knocking over her chair, ran around the counter, screamed with delight, and enveloped the young man coming through the door in a big hug. “You made it! I was so worried. You said you’d be here last night.”
The young man laughed loudly, as much for the patients in the clinic’s waiting room’s benefit as for himself. “The rental truck had a flat. I had to take it this morning to get it fixed.”
“I’m glad to see you,” Martha said so everyone could hear her. She whispered, “It’s crazy back there, your mother delivered two babies last night, and Mrs. Turner is in the birthing suite with twins. If we get one more woman ready to deliver, we’ll need to send her to the county hospital or send someone home early. We’ve been backed up all day.”
“I’m glad to be here,” the young man said so he could be heard. He whispered, “Martha, calm down. You know what Dad always said about ducks. Calm on top, and paddle hard underneath.” Then he said, “I see you took my suggestion and let that color grow out of your hair. The silver is a good look for you.”
“You think so?”
“Yes, would I steer you wrong?” He tilted his head for a better look. “You can release me now.”
A girl sitting next to the door giggled. Martha turned to the patients in the clinic’s waiting room. “This is Doctor Marcus’s son, Lenny. He is joining the practice.”
The girl who giggled asked, “Will you be my doctor?”
Despite the packed waiting room, Lenny needed to express calm. He could not let the waiting patients think that they would be rushed through to make up for the delays. Warmth, humility, and courtesy had always been an integral part of his parents’ practice. Lenny understood, better than most of his colleagues, that social interaction was an essential part of keeping his patients healthy. Lenny sat in the empty chair next to the girl. “I don’t know. You’re my dad’s patient, and he may not want to let you go. It’s up to him and your mommy.”
“Don’t I get to choose?”
Lenny paused. He smiled. “You and your mommy and the doctor can chat, and you can decide together.”
“Thank you.”
Lenny’s father poked his head in the room. “Lenny! I thought I heard you come in. Can you help? The Ferguson boys are fighting again, and I need a referee.”
Calmly, Lenny turned to the girl. “A good son does what his father asks.”
She giggled as Lenny stood to go assist his father.
As Lenny walked past the reception counter, Martha said, “Your mother could use your help in the birthing suite. The twins should be arriving at any minute. Nurses Gail and Amanda are in with her. Poke your head in after you finish with the Ferguson boys.”
“Thanks. You’re the best.”
Lenny did not need to be told which exam room held the combative boys. He heard the shouting. The older boy had blood running out of his nose, and the younger one sported a new black eye. Lenny’s father had one boy on the one hand and the other on the other hand trying to keep them separated. Their mother was slumped in a chair in the corner, exhausted. It had been all she could do to bring them in.
Lenny swept up the younger boy, dodged a flailing fist, and carried the boy to another exam room. He brusquely deposited the squirming youngster on the exam table and grabbed both of the boy’s hands. He put his face nose to nose with the boy and shouted like a drill sergeant, “This has got to stop! I don’t care who started it! I don’t care who said what! You are hurting each other! This town needs you to be healthy for the soccer team. If we’re to beat Sunny Valley this year, we need you and your brother to be healthy. You’re our best soccer players. We will not lose the game because our two best players could not get along. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Whose blood is that on your hands?”
“Some is mine. Some is his.”
“Let’s get you cleaned up and see how much of a mess you’ve made of your hands. This will hurt.”
“Yes, sir.”
Jesse did not cry out as Lenny cleaned the blood off his hands, but he did clench his teeth, and tears did come to his eyes. Lenny examined the bruised eye for damage and found nothing of concern.
“Well, the good news is that you won’t need stitches. The bad news is that these bandages will need to be changed every day. You will come here every day right after soccer practice, and one of the nurses will change the bandages.”
“Can Nurse Esther change my bandages? She’s cute.”
“She’s married to a good friend of mine who will punch your lights out if you so much as look at her funny.”
“Just sayin’.”
“Don’t even think about it.”