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[dr_d_shepherd]

I can't hink of much today.  My mind is revolving around what has happened to Aubrey.  I can't believe it.  It's so hard for me to understand.  Why did it have to happen to her of all people?  We won't know the implications of that one damn needle stick for weeks, but a damn needle stick could change her life, my life, our future, how is that even fair?

I find the patient's chart and post date the form that needs to be signed.  I bring the file with me.  I am doing this for Aubrey and I don't care what happens to me because of it.  I take a deep breath and knock on the door before opening the door.

"Good Afternoon.  I'm Dr. Shepherd," I announce.