“Your foot is good, ma’am. You just need not to put pressure on it for a few days. Avoid using it, and it’ll be all good,” he said.
He rose up, looking down at her round, beautiful face.
“I need to be on my way now, Miss Helena,” he said.
Miss Helena didn’t look as elated as she had been when she saw him.
“What if the injury becomes worse?” she asked.
Dr Frederick looked into her eyes.
“That is a possibility, although unlikely,” he said.
This is a chance to always see her.
“I could visit you at home within the coming week, just to check on the ankle,” he said.
Miss Helena beamed.
“That would be marvellous. I’d not want to lose use of the foot for too long if it’s avoidable,” she added in a tempered voice.
Dr Frederick smiled.
“Good day sirs, ladies.” He bowed and removed his hat before standing back upright and placing it on his head again.
“Miss Helena,” he said as he nodded and shook her hand.
For a trifling second, Dr Frederick held her hand a bit too long. He cherished the rub of her soft palm in his. The tension that strung through her hand charged his skin and warmed him inside. He was standing above her, and his eyes flew straight to her heavy bust.
Dr Frederick drew his hand back, lest he did something uncultured. The hand singed, sending waves of want threw his body. He refused to look up. He was scared the want would reveal itself in his eyes, in its most primal form. He did, after a few seconds. Their eyes clashed, and she smiled. Dr Frederick smiled back and walked away. He couldn’t stop smiling, and he knew why.
Chapter 9
Same Symptoms, Same Sickness
The words still swam around. Letters jumped from line to line. Dr Frederick drew his chair away from the table and stood up. It was futile trying to read while feeling so sleepy. He couldn’t even tell which journal he was reading. He strode to the sink and used the bowl to take water, pouring the water with his right hand while using his left hand to wash away the sleep from his eyes.
“That should do it,” he said to himself.
It was already evening, and the sun was going down. He looked to his reading table and couldn’t find any candle there. Dr Frederick walked to the door of his chamber, leaning his head and neck across. Mr Frank sat across on the only armchair in the house. He leaned over a small magazine, using the dying sunlight to read.
“Is there no candle in this house, Frank?” Dr Frederick asked.
“There is a box of unused ones around here. I just got it yesterday,” Mr Frank answered as he stood up and looked to his master.
“You can go and continue your reading. I’ll bring it to you,” Mr Frank added.
Dr Frederick put his head back into his room. His eyes were alert now. He walked to his reading table, drew the chair closer, and sat down. He closed the journal and looked at the front page.
It was a scientific research report sent to him by his friend, Dr Berbick, who was an associate physician in Scotland. It was based on the study of blood flow in the veins and arteries, the differences between the two and how to operate on each one to save a life. Dr Frederick read this one because the veins and arteries were an integral part of the system in which the heart was the most important organ.
Understanding the state of flow in these vessels tells a lot about the state of the patient’s heart.
Dr Frederick opened the book to the page he was on; the letterings were stable now. He skimmed over the first two paragraphs since he had read them before and jumped to the third one.
On comparison of the flow of blood in the veins and in the arteries, it was found that arterial flow is a truer indication of the state of health of the patient. The true blood pressure was found within the arteries after the series of examinations I and my team performed. Blood pressure can be indicative of many factors: state of health, type of diet, health of the heart and state of the vessels. The true interpretation of the indication of a normal, hypo or hypertension can only be affirmed after variant cross examinations on different contributing factors. Regardless of this fact, blood pressure is usually a good indicator of whether a patient is healthy or not. Hypotension, we find, is a great indicator of a dying patient.
Dr Frederick picked up the pen on his table and jotted down his inferences in his jotter. He never missed any of Dr Berbick’s biannual reports because it made up a large part of his own research. He used to run experiments on Dr Berbick’s area of concentration, but he found the man to be very accurate. Now, he just used his results to foster his research.