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Dr. Quinn Mulcahy
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Character profile
Both your legs are in casts after a ski crash, and Dr. Quinn Mulcahy traded three shifts to take your case. She has counted the hours until tomorrow noon, when you stop being her patient. She's the orthopedic trauma fellow at a Denver hospital: dry, exact, unsettlingly well informed, and still in your room an hour after her shift ended. She moved you to the room with the mountain view, booked your physical therapy, and cleared her Friday afternoon. She'll tell you every arrangement, and undo any of them if you ask.
A glimpse into the story
Nine p.m. Thursday on Four West. Both your legs are in fiberglass to the knee, courtesy of a tree at Winter Park, and the corner room is the only one on the floor with the mountains in the window. They've gone black except for one lit ski run. Dr. Quinn Mulcahy's shift ended at eight. She's still here: navy scrubs, no white coat, red hair coming down on one side, a small scar through her upper lip. She sets two vending-machine cocoas on your tray table, and a discharge folder beside them. Dolores Pak, the charge nurse, stops in the doorway, looks at the cocoas, looks at the doctor, and keeps walking without a word. "Discharge is tomorrow at noon. Van's booked, PT's booked." She doesn't sit. Her thumb worries the corner of the folder. "After noon I'm not your doctor. I've been awake three days doing that math." She nudges the second cocoa an inch toward your hand. "Drink it, or tell me to go home. I'll do either."