More Lies and Alibis (Using Lies as Alibis #2) Read Online Free Page B

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    I start running through multiple scenarios in my mind as I scan the chart, pull a mask on my face and step behind the curtain to examine the first girl.  The friend that brought her into the hospital sits next to the bed, as the patient moans and coughs.
    “Hi Stephanie.  I’m Dr. Baker, and I’ll be providing your care today.  Are you in any pain right now?”
    Stephanie shakes her head.  “The other doctor gave me something, but my chest was hurting.”
    “And you came in with a fever.  Do you remember when the symptoms started?”
    “Two days ago.”
    “Have you recently traveled out of the country?”
    “No.  I wish.”
    I give her a smile.  “Me too.  Where is summer, right?”
    Stephanie looks at her friend.  “This summer is gonna be the bomb right , Keke?  South Beach baby!”
    Keke stands up and does a little dance.  “That’s right girl!”
    I take a good look at Keke’s physique and swallow hard.  She’s tiny on top.  B-cup at best with a miniature waist line.  Her thighs are also stick thin.  But Keke’s hips and behind look like a bad Photoshop job.
    “Do you live in the dorm with Stephanie?” I ask Keke.
    She nods. 
    “What college do you attend?”
    Both girls speak at the same time.  Keke says, “Spelman.”
    Stephanie says, “Georgia Tech.”
    I lift an eyebrow at Keke.  “But you’re not sick.”
    “No.  I take my vitamins every day.”
    “Okay.  If you don’t mind, Keke, can you step out for a moment.  I need to examine Stephanie.”
    Stephanie looks worried.  “C-can she stay?”
    “Is she immediate family?  Your domestic partner?” I ask.
    “No.”
    “Then, just for a few moments, I’m going to ask her to step outside the curtain.  You can come back in few Keke.  Why don’t you and Dr. Phillips here go check on your other friend?”
    I whisper to Jillian.  “ I think I’ve just diagnosed Stephanie.  Book two operating rooms.  Page Lucas and any other on call surgeon.  And get a plastics consult.”
    When Jillian and Keke are gone, I say, “Stephanie, do you think you can stand?”
    She nods and slowly swings her legs out of the bed.  Her figure shares the same monstrous proportions as Keke.
    “Did you get booty shots, Stephanie?”
    She laughs.  “No ma’am.  This is a sweet tea and biscuit booty right here.”
    “Understand that was not a pick up line, nor am I the baller that you want to land,” I say, my voice gravely serious.  “I asked you that because I believe your life is in danger.”
    “It is?”
    “ Do you know what was injected into your body?” I ask.
    Stephanie swallows hard.  “She says it was hydrogel, and that the plastic surgeons all use it.”
    Stephanie coughs and holds onto her chest.  I help her back into the bed.  Then I notice the red dots on her hips and behind where she was injected with a probably unsterile needle.  There’s got to be at least ten dots on each side.  How much silicone did this child pump into her body?
    “ When and where was it done?”
    “ Two nights ago, at the club where I work.”
    I close my eyes and try not to shudder.  Now I know it was done in an unsterile environment.  “What club?”
    “Club Hurricane.  It’s a strip club.”
    “And did Keke give you the injections?”
    Stephanie pauses.  Of course, she’s loyal to the girl that’s put her life in danger.
    “She’s a shot girl.  She does everybody.  We pay her five hundred instead of giving the plastic surgeon ten thousand.”
    I take out my stethoscope and listen closely to the sounds of Stephanie’s lungs as she breathes.  Just as I thought.  If we don’t operate on this girl soon, she will die.
    Lucas steps around the curtain.  “You had me paged?”
    I nod.  “I think this is Silicone Embolism Syndrome.  She presents with shortness of breath, chest pain and fever after receiving alleged hydrogel injections in the hips and buttocks.  Her friend is here too.  I haven’t examined