⇨third person sample: I'm going to do a mix of his personal narration and third person. I believe that is one error I made in the other sample.
I had just gotten back Mrs. Wilson's results from the lab. It was confirmed, she had sickle cell anemia. As I walked to her room, I spotted in the distance The Janitor speaking with Elliot. If I walked in this direction surely I would be stopped by him and would have lost precious time. So I turned around and took a different direction. As I walked I came across a patient who had 'Walking Corpse Syndrome', in other words he believed himself to be dead. I yelled to him, 'You're not dead!', and walked along. Finally I made it to Mrs. Wilson's room and walked in on her with her daughter, father, and husband. I swallowed deeply and held up my chart.
As J.D. scanned through the chart one last time, he spoke in a firm and deep voice. "Mrs. Wilson, you have sickle cell anemia. It's a disease passed down from your family. Your red blood cells form an abnormal shape or crescent like." He stared at her for a moment, then at her daughter, then at her husband, and finally at her father. J.D. took in all their emotions and noticed the pain they each carried as he spoke those words. His eyes soften. Mrs. Wilson asked him what was going to happen. He told her that over time the spleen refuses to work and that she had waited too long to come in and get herself checked, but that they were going to try and do their best for her. Blood transfusions were in order, and they were going to get her the medicines needed. With a slight nod of the head, J.D. excused himself and walked out.
It's always hard to tell a patient what's wrong with them. But at the same time it's a relief. It would be worse if we couldn't figure out what was wrong with them or made a mistake and either gave them the wrong treatment or let them walk away. As for Mrs. Wilson, I only hoped for the best. Hopefully she would have her daughter get the proper examination to see if she had the same disease or not. One could only hope for the best.
As I walked away I bumped into The Janitor, by the way who was looking for me, and I stood there. I gave him a look, lifted my head and walked away. I had no time for him. I needed to fill in an order for Mrs. Wilson's medicine. I had an odd feeling The Janitor would get his revenge on me. Hopefully he'll be a bit less angry about it. After all I wanted to be there for Mrs. Wilson, or at least I hope I could.
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I had just gotten back Mrs. Wilson's results from the lab. It was confirmed, she had sickle cell anemia. As I walked to her room, I spotted in the distance The Janitor speaking with Elliot. If I walked in this direction surely I would be stopped by him and would have lost precious time. So I turned around and took a different direction. As I walked I came across a patient who had 'Walking Corpse Syndrome', in other words he believed himself to be dead. I yelled to him, 'You're not dead!', and walked along. Finally I made it to Mrs. Wilson's room and walked in on her with her daughter, father, and husband. I swallowed deeply and held up my chart.
As J.D. scanned through the chart one last time, he spoke in a firm and deep voice. "Mrs. Wilson, you have sickle cell anemia. It's a disease passed down from your family. Your red blood cells form an abnormal shape or crescent like." He stared at her for a moment, then at her daughter, then at her husband, and finally at her father. J.D. took in all their emotions and noticed the pain they each carried as he spoke those words. His eyes soften. Mrs. Wilson asked him what was going to happen. He told her that over time the spleen refuses to work and that she had waited too long to come in and get herself checked, but that they were going to try and do their best for her. Blood transfusions were in order, and they were going to get her the medicines needed.
With a slight nod of the head, J.D. excused himself and walked out.
It's always hard to tell a patient what's wrong with them. But at the same time it's a relief. It would be worse if we couldn't figure out what was wrong with them or made a mistake and either gave them the wrong treatment or let them walk away. As for Mrs. Wilson, I only hoped for the best. Hopefully she would have her daughter get the proper examination to see if she had the same disease or not. One could only hope for the best.
As I walked away I bumped into The Janitor, by the way who was looking for me, and I stood there. I gave him a look, lifted my head and walked away. I had no time for him. I needed to fill in an order for Mrs. Wilson's medicine. I had an odd feeling The Janitor would get his revenge on me. Hopefully he'll be a bit less angry about it. After all I wanted to be there for Mrs. Wilson, or at least I hope I could.