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DR. RODRIGO HOLT ⥛ contact

❝ Hi--! You've reached the Casa de Holtiday -- that's me, Dr. Holt, and my partner Captain Holiday.
We're either out or busy at the moment, but if you leave your name, number, and a message, we'll get back to you as soon as we have a moment to spare.

If you are a patient of mine, please hang up and dial my office number. ❞

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❝ You've reached the line of Dr. Rodrigo Holt of Miami Memorial Hospital of Surgery. If this is an emergency, please hang up and dial 9-1-1.

My office hours are Monday through Thursday, 9 AM to 5 PM. Please state your name and number and I will call you back once I am available. To cancel or reschedule an appointment please contact me with 24 hours advance notice. ❞

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Dr Holt, the name is Clark Kent.

I'd like to schedule an appointment. It's my back- the pain is just not bearable anymore.

[ Two hours later, Dr. Holt calls back. His voice is professional, lightly Cuban-accented, and relatively monotone. ]

Mr. Kent. Is this an urgent matter? [ He pauses. ] I could see you for an appointment later this week if you are able to wait -- but if this is an emergency you may prefer urgent care.

[A pause on Clark's end, as if actually considering if he can stand the pain. He doesn't want to make it sound too urgent, mostly in case he's sent to another doctor who can see him right away- or worse, make him postpone a schedule with someone that really needs it.

So he decides it's better to wait.]

I can wait until later this week, it's not an emergency.

[ Dr. Holt hums quietly, taking a moment himself to consult his schedule. ]

Technically, I'm supposed to have a referral in order to accept new patients, but I'll make an exception. I have an opening on Thursday the 23rd, if you can make it then. This is for the consultation, mind; if you require surgery that'll be another appointment.

That works perfectly. And with a little luck it won't get to surgery.

[The relief in his voice isn't even faked. He'd been afraid he'd clam up or refuse to see him... and he wouldn't have blamed him, considering what his husband was going through. But with a little luck he'll find out more about how he feels about that in a couple days.]

I'm very grateful for this, Doctor.

No need to be grateful, I'm only doing my job.

[ His voice is indeed clipped and professional. ]

If you feel it's not urgent and you're still able to move around and walk, I don't expect surgery to be necessary. Still, do me a favor and keep a journal of where and when the pain flares up the most and we can review your symptoms when you come in.

I will.

[Which should be easy enough, his father had backpains often from working at the farm and he had to visit the doctor once or twice. He'll just try to write it up as his father would have.]

[ As the appointment time is between two others Dr. Holt has that day, Clark may find himself waiting about ten minutes past his scheduled time. The doctor is running a little bit late, the receptionist will tell him, but he should be right with you. ]

[Clark smiles at the receptionist, assuring her it's fine and that he'll wait. He knew this could happen, he's just been crossing his fingers hoping his vist will not delay the visit to someone who really needs it. He makes a mental note to keep it short.

He's tapping the notebook he brought with him with a pen... when he isn't chewing on said pen. A habit Lois tries to break, but Lois isn't here now.]

[ The nurse comes out shortly and escorts Clark to one of the rooms with a polite smile, telling him the doctor will be in shortly. True to her word, Dr. Holt knocks a minute or two later. ]

Mr. Kent? Hi there. Any improvement in your back since last we spoke?

[Clark stands up and smiles, offering his hand for the Doctor to shake.]

Hello, Dr. Holt. There has been some improvement, actually, but since it kept on hurting I thought it was safer to let you take a lot at it.

[ Dr. Holt nods, smiling faintly and sitting down on a rolling stool so he can open his laptop and type up some notes. ]

Better safe than sorry -- that's what I've always said. Did something happen to cause this pain, Mr. Kent? Do you remember? Or did you just wake up with the pain?

Well... [He'd obviously figured that'd be one of the first questions. For a moment he had considered coming up with a convoluted story that lets him pretend he isn't an imPort, at least for a while. But he likes avoiding lying to people as much as possible, since he believes a liar is always very easily caught... so he'll just try to be as honest as possible.]

You might know I'm an imPort, already. Back home I'd taken a couple months off to help my mother in his farm, since my father had passed away and she couldn't handle all of it on her own. It had bothered me a bit before, but it wasn't until I got here that I realized just in how much pain I was.

[ Holt types up what Clark tells him quickly on his computer, nodding along and pausing occasionally to double-check what he's written; only when he's done does he look back over at Clark to ask him more questions. ]

Ah... an imPort, huh? I don't get many imPort patients. I don't have any, actually. My husband used to think it would be a conflict of interest. [ His lips flatline slightly. ] Now, um, tell me, does this pain come and go, or is it constant?

It's sharp, but the worse of it comes and goes. Like a knife, but it feels better after I rest some. [Again, parroting his father's symptoms of a pulled back muscle.

He tilts his head, raising an eyebrow.] 'Conflict of interests'? Does he work with us imPorts?

Ah... well, used to. He's taking a leave of absence, health reasons. [ Dr. Holt clears his throat briefly. ] He never talks about work all that much.

Now, do you feel the pain around this region?

[ He indicates a chart on the wall. ]

And... after you rest, does the pain come back immediately as it was, or is it a gradual escalation?

Oh! I'm sorry to hear that. I hope he's feeling better then, especially if he worked with us imPorts. [Leave of absence. Hm.]

It's... gradual, sometimes? But it escalates very fast. And it's sudden sometimes. If I force it too much, I suppose. I'm not good at taking it easy, never have been.

We'll find out at some point. I'm not sure when he'll be out of the hospital. Apparently his condition escalated very suddenly.

[ If Dr. Holt is being evasive or seems troubled by this, he maintains a professional manner about it. He examines Clark, pressing his fingers experimentally to the indicated areas and asking if it hurts when he does that. ]

I'm tempted to think you've pulled a muscle, Mr. Kent. You should be fine with some rest, but that will involve taking things easy if you want to feel any better.

[He nods, letting a mask of frustration into his face to look the part of an active kid who's been told to rest while sick.]

A pulled muscle, hm? Well... I will do my best. I wouldn't want to make things worse and end up needing surgery- and it's not like a have a farm to take care of in here, that will definitely make it easier to relax.

I hope your husband recovers quickly, as well. Is it something serious?

Start with that. If the pain continues or gets worse, come back and see me immediately. I don't think surgery will be necessary anytime soon, barring extreme circumstances.

[ He types all that into his computer as he tells Clark, fingers clacking away. He seems hesitant to say anything, but then, slowly: ]

We don't know. Well, I don't. They're trying to rule out psychosis or brain tumors caused by dormant brain damage. He had an... accident in the past, but by all accounts he recovered from it completely. [ Holt shrugs quickly. ] Either way, you shouldn't worry. Whatever happens to him won't have any affect on imPort affairs.

[He hums. That's, more or less, what they gathered from the information they were given. It doesn't really strike him as truth, there's obviously something else going on behind the curtains.

Still, Dr Holt doesn't seem to be lying. Maybe he knows just as much as they do. He wants to push it a little more (an accident before?), but his usual jump-at-the-throat kind of journalism isn't goign to work here. This is more Lois's kind of thing.

He already feels bad for using this man, he must be missing his husband so much.]

I hope they take good care of him, then. We imPorts need all the help we can get, after all- from men like you as well as him. I really appreciate you taking me in, considering the circumstances.

I had a... friend, who suffered from psychosis. I know it can be a scary concept to consider.

It isn't as if there weren't some... signs, but it was never anything as severe as... things got worse in September. I'm not sure why.

[ Dr. Holt sighs, typing a few more things up in that quick, frantic way of his. He seems to do so at length to distract from the gravity of the subject, but after a moment he sighs again and turns to Clark. ]

Truthfully I shouldn't talk too much about it, but I think you all especially have the right to know at least what I know. It was so sudden, I don't think the vacuum filling his position will necessarily be a beneficial one. Either way, you folks have the right to some answers.

I can't say if he'll be back or if he won't. But I'll be happy to have you as a patient for as long as you're interested in seeing me.

[That actually makes Clark feel even more guilty, but the man is only doing his job. So he gives him a smile.]

Thank you, doctor. Both for helping me out and for the information, the relationship between imPorts and the government has been on thin ice already lately with all these changes towards the unregistered, any kind of heads up is useful.

I know I'm asking for a lot, but if you remember anything else that could be useful...?

My thoughts exactly. I'm sorry about this turn of events, I really thought... he was doing all right. Sometimes he'd be a little different, but not very. Sometimes he smokes like a chimney and sometimes he won't touch his cigarettes for days.

[ He shakes his head. ]

Was there anything else you needed?

Really? That sounds... intense. [And not like any kind of symptoms Clark can think of, but he's no doctor. To him it sounds more like nerves than anything else, but ignoring the nicotine craving like that can't be easy.]

No, that'd be all. But I'll be honest, doctor: I'm a journalist, and if your husband worked with us imPorts as closely as you're implying I think we could use knowing a little more about his situation.

I will obviously not write anything without your consent, but I was wondering if you'd be willing to share a little more? [Some people refer to him and his coworkers as vultures. In moments like these he really gets why.]

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