Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #318
…Out in the hallway, Mary Gray’s imagination is running away with her. To her ear, she hears a baby’s cry. “Oh, what a miracle!…
Despite A.O.’s lecture, she misses the third day. “My Daddy’s jetty wouldn’t catch Doc. I ain’t in no shape to walk here ya know.”
No legal disclaimer or otherwise would cover this procedure. He prays that the girl is bacteria free.
“I think you are about ready, Audrie. This should be the last time.” He will be glad to wash his hands of this one.
With the adept skills of Smoky Burgess (a catcher for the Pittsburgh Pirates in the National League of Major League Baseball) A.O. fields the exiting baby cleanly. Lillie Chevis lets out a shrill squeal in reaction to a once in a lifetime happening.
Out in the hallway, Mary Gray’s imagination is running away with her. To her ear, she hears a baby’s cry. “Oh, what a miracle!” she storms into 205 in time to witness the doctor placing a blackish limp little body into a bag. “I heard a baby crying.”
Lillie stops Mrs. Gray from advancing further than 10 feet away.
“No, Mrs. Gray, you are mistaken. This baby has been dead in the womb three or more days. You knew that comin’ into this.”
Her daughter, dripping with sweat from the effort and the closeness of 80% humidity, lays motionless. She sobs uncontrollably, disoriented and amnesic. “Let’s go home, darlin’.”
“Get a hold of yourself woman. You are 150 miles from home.” He wishes that he have had Maggie Lou latch onto her and keep her at their house, which is on the same property as the hospital. He presses 205’s intercom button, “Nurse Edwina, would you take Mrs. Gray over to the house. The girl needs to rest up a while before she leaves.
“Pack Audrie up good after I’m done scraping,” he instructs Lillie.
Mrs. Gray is speechless. Staying at a Negro’s house? How did it come to this? She thought this whole thing would be done in an hour. Now it is four days and she must be civil to a black couple, who is holding her daughter against her will.
Audrie is too overwhelmed to protest. Mother Gray’s bigotry is tainting her good sense.
“No, Mr. Campbell, we’re goin’ to Concord… I’d rather take her to her Daddy’s.”