'So, Mr DeMuro's pregnancy test came back negative,' thought Nick, looking at one of his patients' chart. He didn't need six years of medical training to see the mistake here. Since the new virus had hit, every single female patient needed to get pregnancy tests in order to act quickly if any of them were expecting. There had been so many of those that Nick apparently ordered one for Mr DeMuro as well.
'Dammit! After three days straight, what did they expect? I can barely read anymore.' Nick though of the possible outcomes.
a) The insurance company finds the test result and refuses to pay for it.
b) They find it, but don't care. (what's $50 in a $1000s hospital bill, right?
c) They don't find it, and everyone is happy!
'If the insurance company doesn't pay for this, it's money out of my own pocket...' Nick was already behind on rent, and surviving on cup noodles. He felt the tip of his fingers get sweaty as he gave the sheet of paper a gentle tug. 'Maybe I can help the insurance company to miss this particular result?' He lifted the clip holding the chart sheets down and removed the offending one.
He looked around, but the nurse's station was empty for the time being. The hospital had been very busy lately, and all of the nurses were with patients. Nick was holding the piece of paper as if it was a smoking gun. He folded it neatly in half and looked for a place to hide it. 'As long as this paper remains safe, it's just misplaced. If anyone finds it, I just deal with it then.' A large book on the station's shelf caught his attention. It looked dusty and forgotten, and was likely a hand-me-down from a doctor who just didn't want the clutter. "Lesser known injuries of the spleen and their treatment," read Nick out loud, 'Nobody will open this in years.' He opened it somewhere in the middle and hid the test result. He put the book back and returned to his chair, sighing in relief.
Relief was short lasted, though, as an unnerving thought came to his mind, 'Did I mess just this one up, or are there more?' He started reviewing every single chart again. His stomach growled, but his cup noodle feast would have to wait.
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