Donna Manning walked through the corridor of the clinic she has working at for the last three years with a coffee in her hand. Stopping by the reception desk to drop her purse, she noticed the computer screen was open to Jane Doe's chart. The seventeen-year-old female arrived last night following a brain surgery. The confusing part to her was the fact that the girl was expected to a full recovery. So, unlike all the other organ donor patients that had arrived on this floor in the past, this girl had arrived alive and healthy. According to the director's secretary, the girl had come to the clinic to be marrow donor only so why did she need to undergo brain surgery. Why is she now on the 'dead floor' with every part of her registered as available when she is expected to recover from the surgery?"
She set her purse down after taking note of the girl's room number. She knocked lightly on the director's office door. "Sir? I have your coffee."
"Come in." She heard him call from behind his desk.
She set the coffee on his desk skimming the file that lay open before him. Jane Doe. A list of possible donor recipients lying next to the lab report. Her eyes narrowed a bit before she steeled her expression to one of passiveness. "Good morning, sir. The operating room has been booked for 4pm as you requested."
"Hnn."
"Also, the donation requests have been logged in the computer."
"Hn."
"We receive a request from the fertility clinic this morning. Should I send a rejection letter as per normal since we don't handle sperm or egg donations?"
"Hn." The director paused making eye contact with her. "Wait. What are they looking for?"
"Um... Eggs, I think. I can recheck the request." She answered.
"Hn. Okay." He tapped his pen as he stared out the window for a moment. "Donna?" he called as she reached the door. He turned his eyes to her and said, "If it's eggs, we should be able to accommodate."
"Yessir." She dipped her head in understanding. "I'll verify the request."
"Give Dr. Mishken a call and set up a meeting today at two."
"Yessir. Right away." The gleam in his eyes was unnerving to her. It was a gaze that almost made him look like a psychopath. A greedy, homicidal psychopath. She shuddered at the crazy thoughts running wild in her head. 'I've got stop watching crime dramas.' She scolded herself.
The day progressed as any other in her line of work. They had received two donor patients that had not survived a car accident. Blood tests would confirm the health, cleanliness and compatibility of the donors with the patients that have been waiting for their new organs. Unfortunately, as is often the case, one of the donors couldn't be used because of drug use and disease, while the other donor had his heart and kidneys harvested and shipped as soon as his body had been cleared for use. Little else could be used due to the extent of injuries he had received.
Though she was working at lightning speeds to complete the necessary paperwork involved, she still managed to take note of the activity surrounding the living Jane Doe in room 1215. Dr. Mishken, a fertility specialist, had arrived for his meeting with Dr. Namora and the two spent quite some time in the room with Jane Doe. Before she could allow her imagination to wander through countless scenarios as to why a fertility doctor would have anything to do with a brain injured Jane Doe, Dr. Namora stopped by her desk with instructions. "Dr. Mishken will be working the patient in 1215. Though she is clinically brain dead, her body is healthy enough to produce the eggs needed to fulfill the request you mentioned this morning. One round should be sufficient." He smirked a bit while ribbing his hands together.
"Do we have a release on file for her? I don't recall seeing anything on file other than the marrow donation waiver."
He waved his hand dismissively at her. "You needn't worry about that. I've got everything I need for a Jane Doe. Just make sure Dr. Mishken has unfettered access the patient. Understand?"
"Understood, sir. Sorry, sir."
"Also, I'll be handling her file personally. Do not log her information into the main computer."
"Yessir. I will put everything on your desk as it comes in."
"Thank you. I've got to get to surgery. No one besides Dr. Mishken and myself is to be in that room." He spoke sternly pointing to Jane Doe's room.
"Understood, sir. I'll engage the ID lock now sir."
He nodded his acknowledgement then left the floor with Dr.Mishken. Once they entered the elevator, Donna made her way to girl's room. She wanted to see for herself what was so special about this patient that was causing her boss to behave in such an unnerving way. She made her to the bed, checking the equipment that was monitoring the patient. She picked up the girl's wrist to check her pulse and noticed a small scar between her thumb and forefinger. Her eyes widened at the sight of the identifying mark. Her eyes shot to the girl's face that had been hidden behind bandages. She carefully lifted the bandage up on the left side to see if there was mole beneath the corner of her left eye. She gasped, clasping her hand to her mouth. 'No!' she internally screamed. 'Jessica! How did Dr. Ramirez's daughter end up here? Wasn't she was reported on the news as a missing person? I thought she was just a runaway. Does Selena know where her child is right now?' She had just had lunch with the girl's mother yesterday and the woman said nothing about her child being dead. And why is she listed as a Jane Doe when it very clear that she was girl from the news report. Hadn't she been properly identified before being sent here?
Something didn't add up. Steeling her emotions, she straightened herself up and set the ID lock in place. She would find out what happened. One way or another she would find out what happened. She hoped against hope that the patient wasn't a victim of something sinister.