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eBook Category: Science Fiction/Fantasy
eBook Description: When Mt Cedar's leading banker staggers into A & E clutching at his chest, half-blind and rabid with pain, Prof. Peter Veldcamp, a renowned cardiologist, has no idea just how close, nanoprobe, arteries and roses, he is to Bloodline time travel.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Interbac, 2007
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2007

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Words: 5210
Reading time: 14-20 min.
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A NANOPROBE DID IT. Preliminary examination was, to Prof. Peter Veldcamp, quite procedural, as were interim diagnostics. The invasion of the patient's bloodstream with an 8 foot transfusion tube brought no complications, neither did the robotic probe. There was absolutely nothing abnormal about the procedure at all, right up to the moment that Charles Parker's heart closed its beat. Medically, he was dead, if not approaching the doors of death.

On the morning of May 17th, 2029, at precisely 8:42 AM, Charles M. Parker staggered into the A & E of Mount Cedar Hospital clutching at his chest.

"Do you have a referral?" a receptionist at A & E Registrations foolishly asked, whilst chewing gum.

Mt. Cedar's leading banker was on the verge of saying something when a surge of brutal pain brought new tears to his eyes. Nurses dropped charts and trays, and in a burst of energy dashed to help him. By then, Charles Parker had groaned deeply and was down on one knee. He crawled blindly on the floor, as they struggled to restrain him, blind from tears and untamable pain, when a six foot someone with robust arm muscle and the bones to support them wheeled in a gurney and secured him to it.

By the time they had relayed him to Prof. Peter Veldcamp's surgery, Charles Parker was at a craven stage and his mouth most truly vile. A staff nurse leaned forward with fingers and a smile to check his palpitation. The soft curtain of her fringe fell forward, partially swinging across one broken eye. She brushed the hair backwards with impatient fingers and resumed her frontward bend for the patient's heartbeat. But before she could touch him, his spastic hands reached forth to gorge out her good eye, or perhaps both--there was no telling what the lunatic would do, and she hopped backward with a stricken cry. She had seen women that brutal in childbirth but never before such madness in a full-grown male from pain. And so with no stethoscope, no touch examination, just a listening to and observing of the banker's wide-ranging distress, his probable associative abnormality of mind not hitherto diagnosed, cardiology nurse, Ellen Thompson, went one step further. She paged Prof. Veldcamp, a renowned heart surgeon, to arrive at once for impromptu scrubbing, as it had quickly become obvious that surgery was necessary.

Prof. Veldcamp's lazy blue eyes did not mask his exasperation at the nuisance of unplanned procedure, especially one right in the heart of his lecture to third year students on alanine aminotransferase risk in open heart surgery, his latest theorem. The flute of his perfect nose held a tremor of indignation. But he scrubbed.

As the good surgeon cleansed, someone squeezed a rubber bit between Charles Parker's teeth, a bit that ran like a dog's bone from one end of his molars to the other end, the kind they used on epileptics, to keep the patient from eating his tongue or anyone else for that matter. The man leashed, a cardiothoracic surgery nurse practitioner (Ellen Thompson delegated) plunged a needle full of anesthetic into his arm. It worked to considerably sooth the patient, but did not diminish his tears. A second dose of sedative allowed a little sleep.