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Exhaustion swept through Laure’s body. She bent her head and sipped the cola savoring the taste and the coolness on her dry throat. She listened to the gossip sweeping around the table.
“So I said.” One of the nurses began. “Doesn’t an elevated temp happening three days after surgery mean something’s brewing.” She groaned. “This is the third pending infection for Blunder Doc this month.”
“And it’s only August sixth,” another nurse said. “Give him a chance to better his record.”
“Guess what Princess Doc said this afternoon. ‘Don’t call me. Call the service and someone will get back to you. I have a busy evening.”
“She must have tickets to the opera, Laura mumbled.
A nurse with graying hair Laura had never seen before leaned forward. “Seems things here aren’t much different from the last place I worked.” She unfolded a piece of paper. “Months ago I read this article. ‘Five to ten percent of the nation’s doctors are so impaired or incompetent they cannot and should not practice medicine.”
A blast of chill air sent shivers along Laura’s spine. Mentally she listed the doctors at Bradley Memorial who fit that description. “I think the numbers are too low unless there are four or five hundred doctors on staff.”
“Maybe we have them all,” someone whispered.
Laura frowned. The clipped voice belonged to one of the evening supervisors. What was Edith doing here? How often did someone from administration socialize with staff nurses? The older woman sat next to the young blonde who had just completed her month long orientation.
“Something should be done,” someone said.
Laura scanned her companions. Who had spoken? “What can we do?” Her question joined the chorus.
There’s more.” The supervisor moved the globed candle closer. For an instant the flickering flame changed her round smiling face into a grotesque mask. “Only a doctor can determine if another doctor is incompetent.”
“Wrong,” the stranger nurse said. “Nurses can act.”
“Sure.” Skepticism colored the speaker’s voice. “We all know how they avoid and close their ranks around the incompetent. They’re afraid of what they might find.”
“And if any of the doctors agree with us they’re black-listed.”
“So, what can we do?” Laura’s question halted the buzz of conversation.
“Nothing.” Doug said. “Look at what happened to Alice when she complained about Blunder Doc. She lost her job. While this isn’t always a fun job, it pays the bills.”
A second woman slapped the table. “He’s right. The doctors will continue with business as usual.”
How right they were. Laura drew a deep breath. For more than twenty years, Dr. John Moore had been a sloppy surgeon, Her nails dug into her palms. The infection he had caused when he’d operated on her mother had caused her death. Laura had been forced to face her teenage years motherless. How many times had a similar scenario been repeated because of him?
The stranger nurse rested her elbows on the table. “Who says we must work alone. I’ll tell you what the nurses at the last hospital where I worked did.” She lowered her voice to a near whisper. “They formed a committee.”
Doug laughed. “We could do the same and call ourselves the Committee of Angels.”
Born that hot August night, the Committee began collecting data and investigating the doctors at Bradley Memorial Hospital. During the days and months , though few of the members knew, letters were sent to a select group of physicians on staff.
Five to ten percent of the nation’s doctors are unfit to practice medicine, We have determined you are one of them. A reckoning is due. You are being watched.
The Committee of Angels.