He sighs as he finishes up the last of the extensive paperwork. He stands and stretches, an audible crack can be heard from his back. His phone rings breaking him out of his momentary leisure.
"Dr. Tatsuo, the patient is here."
"Alright, send them down." he hangs up and starts to gather the papers into their specific folders. A knock is heard on the door.
"Come in." The door opens to reveal a medium sized woman with honey colored hair.
"I heard that this is the office of Dr. Tatsuo?"
"You're speaking to him. Come in and sit down." She steps over to the examination table and sits on it. He rolls over and closes the door, he stands and walks over to his computer.
"Do you have any allergies?"
"Not that I know of."
"Any medications?"
"I take Albuterol for my asthma along with an over the counter allergy medication."
"Anything else?"
"Not that I know of."
"Okay, now that the paperwork is done." He walks over to her and pulls up his chair.
"I'm going to go through a standard check up, okay?" She nods her head. After finishing the check up, with nothing coming up on any test results, He sits back in his chair.
"Do you feel any pain, right now? and if any, where?"
"Yes I do in my throat and lower stomach." He rolls over to her and starts to press his fingers against her throat at certain spots. In some spots he presses roughly in others he gently glides his fingers across, all the while asking,
"If it hurts let me know immediately."He reaches a certain point and she winces.
"Ah! That hurt!"
"Okay, now I know a place to focus at." She looks at the doctor strangely. He rolls away from the examination table, over to the desk, and opens one of the drawers. The sounds of items shuffling makes it to her ears, curiosity and a slight amount of fear forms a pit in her stomach.
"You're not afraid of needles, are you?" She shakes her head.
"No, not really. Why?" He looks back at her with a smile.
"Good, because I'm going to have to draw some blood." He rolls over to her with a rather large needle, and a rubber band in hand.
"That is a big needle." He looks at her and shrugs, before tying up her arm. He fills up four viles worth of blood. He moves over to place the vials in a container, and places them by the door. The door randomly opens and a tall nurse grabs the viles and leaves. She turns her head to look over to the thinking doctor.
"Is something wrong?" He looks away from her and stands up.
"You're going to be staying here for a while." She looks at the doctor, confusion evident on her face.
"Wait-What? How long?!?"
"Until, I say so." He walks over to the desk and grabs a clipboard.
"How long is that going to be? I do have work too, you know?" She looks at him with sass in her eyes.
"There is a gown on the desk, I'd advise you to change into it." He looks down at her, before leaving the room, and shutting the door behind him. She looks over to see the green paper gown placed on the desk. She moves over and puts it on, just as she ties the last secure knot with the strings in the back. The door opens to see the tall woman from before, with a clipboard in her hands.
"I'm here to take you to the MRI and X-Ray, if you'd please come with me. Oh, and grab your clothes, and hand them to me." She stands and grabs her clothes, and hands them over to the nurse. She looks back and smiles.
"Alright, now if you can follow me."
He stands up from the micro-scope and stretches. He walks over to the door and opens it, what he is met with is certainly not what he expected. He looks down at a rather furious nurse.
"I told you to get some rest, not to get another tough case!" He turns away back to the microscope.
"I believe you hired in to be a nurse, not my mother." She walks in and closes the door behind her.
"The only person that I have to 'mother' around is you."
"Lucky me." Another nurse walks in through the door.
"Here are the X-Ray and MRI that you wanted. Don't know how they'll help much though, nothing showed up abnormal." He lets out a sigh of frustration.
"There is nothing physically wrong with her, so then why is she in pain?" He rests his hand on this face in contemplation. His phone rings, startling him out of his thoughts. He reaches over and picks up the phone.
"Is this Dr. Tatsuo?"
"This is him."
"We have gotten the records from America that you asked for, they're in your mailbox."
"Thank you." The person on the other side hangs up the phone. He walks over to his computer and pulls up the records. The first thing he sees is the multiple attempts on her life within prolonged hospital stays, the longest being 3 years. He leans back into the chair.
"What's wrong?" He looks over to the nurses in the room.
"She has a history of suicide from prolonged stay in the hospitals." He goes back to the screen and scrolls down to the 'Recent symptoms' section of the records. It shows a history of pain in the throat, along with a 'scratchy feeling' in the throat, and lower abdomen. He pulls up a diagram of the throat, and walks over to the overfilled bookshelf and proceeds to pull out three books labeled 'Anatomy of the throat', 'Throat explained', and 'Nerves explained'. He pulls out a pad of paper and a pen from his desk drawer.