Yuki’s rage was instant and blinding. She sat upright in her bed.
“What do you mean she’s in the basement?”
“I’m sorry. What I meant to say is that we can’t keep deceased patients in the ICU —”
“You put my mother in the hospital morgue? You insensitive —”
Yuki slammed down the receiver, then picked it up again and dialed for a cab. She couldn’t trust herself to drive right now. She dressed quickly in jeans, a cardigan, running shoes, and leather jacket, and dashed outside her apartment building to Jones Street.
She struggled during the seven-block cab ride to assimilate the frankly unbelievable.
Her mother was gone. There was no more Keiko in her life.
Inside the hospital, Yuki wove her way through the shuffling people in the lobby, sprinted up the stairs to the ICU. Eyes darting, she looked from one to the other of the nurses at their station. They were talking to one another, acting as if she didn’t exist. She lifted a chart and banged it sharply down on the counter. That got their attention.
“I’m Yuki Castellano,” she said to the nurse, the one with the bran-muffin crumbs clinging to the front of her uniform. “My mother was here last night. I need to know what happened to her.”
“Your mother’s name?”
“Keiko Castellano. Dr. Pierce was her doctor.”
“May I see your medical power of attorney?” the nurse asked next.
“I’m sorry?”
“You know about HIPPA? We can only tell you about your mother if you have medical power of attorney.”
Anger blazed through her. “What are you saying? Are you mad?”
What did her question have to do with patients’ rights? Her mother had just died. She had a right to know why that had happened.
Yuki fought for control of her voice. “Is Dr. Garza here, please?”
“I’ll call him, but Dr. Garza can’t tell you anything, either, Miss Castellano. He’s bound by HIPPA, like we all are.”
“I’ll take my chances,” said Yuki. “I want to see Dr. Garza!”
“Take it easy, okay,” said the nurse, training her huge, expressionless eyes on Yuki, letting her know that she thought she was out of her flipping mind. “I’ll see if he’s still here.”
Chapter 35
DR. GARZA WAS INSIDE his stark, windowless office when Yuki knocked on the open door. She almost hesitated as he looked up at her, his face hard, showing his instant resentment at her intrusion. What a dick, Yuki thought.
But she pushed on, taking the chair across the desk from him, coming right to the point.
“I don’t understand why my mother died,” she said. “What happened to her?”
Garza plucked at his watchband.
“I’m sure Dr. Pierce told you, Ms. Castellano. Your mother had a stroke,” he said. “You understand? A thrombus, a blood clot, went to her brain, preventing blood flow. We put her on anticoagulants, but we couldn’t save her.”
The doctor flattened his hands on the desk in front of him, a gesture that signified “That’s it. End of story.”
“I understand what a stroke is, Dr. Garza. What I don’t understand is why she was chirpy at dinner and dead by midnight. She was inside a hospital! And you people didn’t save her. Something about that stinks, Doctor.”
“Please take your tone down a few notches, if you don’t mind,” Garza said. “Bodies aren’t machines, Ms. Castellano. And doctors aren’t miracle workers. Believe me, we did our best.”
Garza reached out and covered Yuki’s hands with his. “It’s a shock, I know. I’m sorry,” he said.