Love On Call

Feeling better for the mental scolding, she dressed in tan pants, brown flats, and a dark green cotton polo shirt, gathered the necessities into her favorite buttery soft leather shoulder bag, the one Selena had given her for Christmas two years before, and made sure to lock the door on the way out. The hospital was at the other end of town up a hill, a twenty-minute walk from the short street a few blocks off Main where she’d found an apartment in what had once been a grand mansion but was now carved up into small odd-shaped apartments. Hers was on the second floor in the back, overlooking a plain fenced yard shaded in one corner by a big tree she thought was a maple, but wasn’t sure. No one seemed to use the yard, although someone cut the grass.

Traffic was heavier than she expected at a little after six, mostly those pickup trucks again, almost all filled with men and carrying logos on the side saying floor repair, general contractor, plumbing, or some other trade. The café was open, and she treated herself to a scone and a cup of very good espresso and still approached the hospital twenty-five minutes before she needed to be there. The hospital was the only building on the wooded hillside, and as she passed through the stone pillars flanking the entrance to the winding, crushed-gravel road and climbed past tall cast-iron lampposts and taller pines, she felt as if she was walking back in time.

At the top of the approach road, Mari stopped. She’d only had glimpses of the hospital through the trees that surrounded it on her walks through the village, although she’d been aware of its presence, perched above the fray like a watchful bird. It even looked a little like a bird, with its wings stretching out to either side. She’d seen pictures of it online and even found an old historical society talk about it that someone had posted along with photos, some of them decades old. She tried to imagine, looking at the faded sepia images of young women in long dresses with white aprons and frilly caps, and stern-faced men in high-collared white shirts and tailored coats with narrow lapels and high-waisted pants, what it had been like practicing medicine before the modern era had brought such astounding progress and devastating commercialization. Before the days of vast medical consortia and insurance companies and all of the other agencies that had crowded in and relegated so many of the hospitals like this to memory.

This hospital was undergoing a major transition, adding an Emergency Medicine residency program and joining with the regional medical school’s PA training program. She was about to become one of the faculty of that new program. A year ago she thought she’d never have the chance to treat a single patient, and now this. Everything had happened so quickly. A job and a new life.

No one had congratulated her and no one had tried to stop her from leaving. Of course, in so many ways, she’d already been gone.

A siren wailed, drowning out her thoughts, and she jumped onto the green grassy shoulder well to the side of the curving road as an EMS van rolled around a corner and swept past. Perhaps whoever rode inside would be her first patient. Fifteen minutes from now, she’d know.

From the turnaround in front of the hospital, she took one more second to appreciate the soaring majesty of her new home—as she somehow thought of it. A fountain centered the grassy expanse in the middle of the circular drive, clear water draped in rainbows gushing into a scalloped cast-iron basin from beneath the feet of a life-sized metal sculpture of a woman with a child by her side, their hands clasped together. The hospital itself was anchored by the central structure, a brick edifice six stories high, ornate white columns surrounding the broad entrance, and wings extending from either side like arms clasping the forested hills towering behind it. She turned and looked at the village down below, dappled in sunlight and shrouded by tree branches—seeming so peaceful, as if nothing could ever disturb its tranquility. She knew she was only wishing such a place existed, a foolish wish. The past could not be undone or relived. Harsh words could only be forgiven and someday, she hoped, forgotten.