Badge Bunny by K L Montgomery

Author:K L Montgomery [Montgomery, K L]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mountains Wanted Publishing
Published: 2018-08-22T16:00:00+00:00

Fourteen

I follow Drew’s dad around the building in the rain, nearly falling in my heels twice. Fortunately, Chris is right behind me and catches me both times before I end up on my ass in a huge mud puddle. We’re quickly losing daylight, but the cabin and the main shelter building both have floodlights, which are illuminating a few fallen trees. We carefully step over branches, twigs, and big clumps of wet leaves that are strewn everywhere.

Bob Clark runs surprisingly fast for someone in his sixties. I see a small group of people has huddled under the awning attached to the restroom facilities. Naturally, they’re all watching me make a fool out of myself running across the puddle-soaked yard in a dress and heels.

“What happened? What’s wrong?” I shout into the blowing storm, and I can barely hear my voice as it carries on the wind.

Sonnet and Drew aren’t among the group congregating at the entrance to the restrooms. It’s Claire, Jack, Sophie, Karen, Mr. Jayne, and Mrs. Clark. “What’s going on?” I shout again, even though I’ve reached them now.

“Mrs. Wilson fell in the bathroom,” Claire explains. “Sonnet’s Mom is in there with her, but from the sound of things, it’s not good.”

“Oh, shit,” I murmur under my breath, and everyone moves aside so I can swing open the door. Sure enough, Hurricane Victoria herself is lying on her back, limbs twisted, and a sharp grimace carving her features.

“What happened?” I ask as calmly as humanly possible.

“Mom slipped in some water and—”

“—This whole thing should have been called off!” Mrs. Wilson whines. “My selfish granddaughter should have known better. It’s not safe for us to be here right now! There’s a raging storm out there. We’re all going to die, and I can’t even walk.”

I decide to ignore her histrionics. “Where does it hurt, Mrs. Wilson?” I ask, crouching down beside her in my dress and heels. If I’m going into work mode, I really need to ditch the bridesmaid get-up.

“It hurts everywhere!” she shouts in my face. “I’m an old woman, for crying out loud! Where did you go to medical school?”

Seriously? She’s going to question my credentials?

“Mrs. Wilson, I need to know where you’re having pain so I can assess whether or not you have any fractures or broken bones. Can you please calm down and answer me so I can figure out the best way to treat you?”

Chris pokes his head in the door. “Is everyone decent in here?”

Maybe she’ll respond better to a man. I hate even saying that, but—it is what it is.

“Hey, come on in,” I shout over to him, then turn my attention back to our patient. “Corporal Everson is with the state police. He’s going to assist me, okay?” I flash him a look, and he nods. For some reason, I am experiencing déjà vu. Must have been that older lady in the Cadillac we dealt with in the ER a few weeks back.

Mrs. Wilson glances up into Chris’s face, which is towering over her as he assesses the situation, and her expression immediately softens.

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