Grace finds Luke's private practice, located just outside a strip mall in Aurora. It's one of those small, self-contained buildings that certainly don't qualify as a "medical facility" in most people's definition; it doesn't have the amenities of a hospital but it has one very essential thing.
Privacy.
Luke is waiting at the back door of the building when Grace arrives. The African-American man is just a hair under six feet, still wearing the lab coat that he's been in most of the time that he's been here to help Sid. And he's been here since he had Sid come by; he can take a bit of time off from his work at Denver Health Medical Center, calling in some sick days of his own.
He's kept the practice shut down as much as he can; the nice part is that he doesn't have a lot of patients that he sees here so it's only open sporadically in the first place. His receptionist, a nice young girl named Meredith, keeps an eye on the front for him and handles his appointments. She's still here, even if it's just answering phone calls and rescheduling some appointments. Luke informed her that he had an emergency he needed to deal with regarding some friends and Meredith is bright enough to know not to ask questions.
Luke smiles and holds the door open for Grace when she shows up, leads her through the back into the sterile room. He's set up another one for them to rest in; this one is for research and treatment. The immunosuppressants Grace are set on the table so they can study them and see if they're legit, and he hands Grace some that he knows to be safe. Cyclosporine, specifically. He asks Grace if she's on any other medications, if she has ever had high blood pressure or kidney disease, or psoriasis. He has some other immunosuppressive drugs he can provide if any of those are the case, but he wants to start with having Grace and Sid on the same one first.
He has a warm, friendly manner. He may do most of his work in the hospital system where caring is far from a prerequisite, but he prefers his work outside and he has a personal doctor's manner about him.
As for help in research, he leaves that in Sid's hands. He's just assisting her after all (though really, he's mostly just attending to the health of the two as his patients), and there is the concern that too many cooks may spoil the soup (or cure, as the case may be).
Privacy.
Luke is waiting at the back door of the building when Grace arrives. The African-American man is just a hair under six feet, still wearing the lab coat that he's been in most of the time that he's been here to help Sid. And he's been here since he had Sid come by; he can take a bit of time off from his work at Denver Health Medical Center, calling in some sick days of his own.
He's kept the practice shut down as much as he can; the nice part is that he doesn't have a lot of patients that he sees here so it's only open sporadically in the first place. His receptionist, a nice young girl named Meredith, keeps an eye on the front for him and handles his appointments. She's still here, even if it's just answering phone calls and rescheduling some appointments. Luke informed her that he had an emergency he needed to deal with regarding some friends and Meredith is bright enough to know not to ask questions.
Luke smiles and holds the door open for Grace when she shows up, leads her through the back into the sterile room. He's set up another one for them to rest in; this one is for research and treatment. The immunosuppressants Grace are set on the table so they can study them and see if they're legit, and he hands Grace some that he knows to be safe. Cyclosporine, specifically. He asks Grace if she's on any other medications, if she has ever had high blood pressure or kidney disease, or psoriasis. He has some other immunosuppressive drugs he can provide if any of those are the case, but he wants to start with having Grace and Sid on the same one first.
He has a warm, friendly manner. He may do most of his work in the hospital system where caring is far from a prerequisite, but he prefers his work outside and he has a personal doctor's manner about him.
As for help in research, he leaves that in Sid's hands. He's just assisting her after all (though really, he's mostly just attending to the health of the two as his patients), and there is the concern that too many cooks may spoil the soup (or cure, as the case may be).
"The anger of a good man is not a problem. Good men have too many rules."
"Good men don't need rules. And today's not the day to find out why I have so many."
"Good men don't need rules. And today's not the day to find out why I have so many."