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finally came, she was standing there, sound asleep.
    Two days later, Paige was having breakfast with Kat.
    “Do you want to hear a terrible confession?” Paige asked. “Sometimes when they wake me up at four o’clock in the morning to give somebody an aspirin, and I’m stumbling down the hall, half conscious, and I pass therooms where all the patients are tucked in and having a good night’s sleep, I feel like banging on all the doors and yelling, ‘Everybody wake up!’”
    Kat held out her hand. “Join the club.”
    The patients came in all shapes, sizes, ages, and colors. They were frightened, brave, gentle, arrogant, demanding, considerate. They were human beings in pain.
    Most of the doctors were dedicated people. As in any profession, there were good doctors and bad doctors. They were young and old, clumsy and adept, pleasant and nasty. A few of them, at one time or another, made sexual advances to Paige. Some were subtle and some were crude.
    “Don’t you ever feel lonely at night? I know that I do. I was wondering…”
    “These hours are murder, aren’t they? Do you know what I find gives me energy? Good sex. Why don’t we…?”
    “My wife is out of town for a few days. I have a cabin near Carmel. This weekend we could…”
    And the patients.
    “So you’re my doctor, eh? You know what would cure me…?”
    “Come closer to the bed, baby. I want to see if those are real…”
    Paige gritted her teeth and ignored them all. When Alfred and I are married, this will stop. And just the thought of Alfred gave her a glow. He would be returning from Africa soon. Soon.
    At breakfast one morning before rounds, Paige and Kat talked about the sexual harassment they were experiencing.
    “Most of the doctors behave like perfect gentlemen, but a few of them seem to think we’re perks that go with the territory, and that we’re there to service them,” Kat said. “I don’t think a week goes by but what one of the doctors hits on me. ‘Why don’t you come over to my place for a drink? I’ve got some great CDs.’ Or in the OR, when I’m assisting, the surgeon will brush his arm across my breast. One moron said to me, ‘You know, whenever I order chicken, I like the dark meat.’”
    Paige sighed. “They think they’re flattering us by treating us as sex objects. I’d rather they treated us as doctors.”
    “A lot of them don’t even want us around. They either want to fuck us or they want to fuck us. You know, it’s not fair. Women are judged inferior until we prove ourselves, and men are judged superior until they prove what assholes they are.”
    “It’s the old boys’ network,” Paige said. “If there were more of us, we could start a new girls’ network.”
    Paige had heard of Arthur Kane. He was the subject of constant gossip around the hospital. His nickname was Dr. 007—licensed to kill. His solution to every problem was to operate, and he had a higher rate of operations than any other doctor at the hospital. He also had a higher mortality rate.
    He was bald, short, hawk-nosed, with tobacco-stained teeth, and was grossly overweight. Incredibly, he fancied himself a ladies’ man. He liked to refer to the new nurses and female residents as “fresh meat.”
    Paige Taylor was fresh meat. He saw her in the upstairs lounge and sat down at her table, uninvited.
    “I’ve been keeping an eye on you.”
    Paige looked up, startled. “I beg your pardon?”
    “I’m Dr. Kane. My friends call me Arthur.” There was a leer in his voice.
    Paige wondered how many friends he had.
    “How are you getting along here?”
    The question caught Paige off-guard. “I…all right, I think.”
    He leaned forward. “This is a big hospital. It’s easy to get lost here. Do you know what I mean?”
    Paige said warily, “Not exactly.”
    “You’re too pretty to be just another face in the crowd. If you want to get somewhere here, you need someone to help you. Someone who knows the ropes.”
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