"Dr. Webster. Dr. Webster, please report to Emergency. Dr. Webster." Striking chimes preceded the call by the disembodied voice paging through the hospital corridors.
The sounds, the smells permeating the air, all seemed intensified to Mrs. Santee as she stood by the window in the waiting room. Her slim body was tense almost to the point of rigidity. Everything seemed so loud -- the hushed murmur of worried voices within the room, the rustle of polyester uniforms in the hallways, the alerting chimes of the hospital page. Like the strong, medicinally antiseptic odor that burned her nose, they had a highly irritating...