Blades of Bluegrass by D. Jackson Leigh

Author:D. Jackson Leigh [Leigh, D. Jackson]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781635556384
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2020-06-30T22:00:00+00:00

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Teddy sprinted up the stairs, relieved to see Britt hadn’t yanked her IV bag down again. It was getting low, but Tom had also sent a couple of extra bags of saline. She drew the medications quickly and injected them into the IV port. The anti-inflammatory was paired with a low dose of muscle relaxer to help with the aching Teddy knew the fever produced. After a few minutes, Britt visibly relaxed into a less-restless sleep.

“I’ve got the ice packs,” Senator Story said quietly from the door.

Teddy waved him in as she pulled the covers back. Britt was wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt, the left sleeve leaving the end of her residual limb exposed. She was aware of him staring at Britt’s arm.

The packs were like contained ice trays encased in cloth covers with Velcro straps, handy for wrapping around a horse’s knee or fetlock. She hesitated. “They use these on horses? How clean are they?”

Senator Story let out a snort. “Cleaner than they’d be if they were in the house for human use.” He met Teddy’s eyes. “They’re washed after every use, the covers laundered and even replaced if they contact an open wound. Dad’s high-dollar horses get nothing but the best.”

Teddy let the note of irritation in his voice pass, busying herself with placing the eighteen-inch-long packs against Britt’s sides and draping one over her head like a barrister’s wig. “That and the medicine should get her fever down pretty fast.” She tucked the covers around Britt again, rechecked the IV, and stepped back.

She gestured to the chair she’d occupied before. “Would you like to sit with her for a bit?”

Senator Story glanced at her as if to confirm permission, then ignored the comfortable wingback chair. Instead, he dragged a straight-back wooden desk chair into the space she vacated. He sat, and his shoulders slumped as he rested his hand on the bed where her left hand should have been.

“If you can stay for a few minutes, I’d like to freshen up and grab a sandwich downstairs.” She really did need to pee, and her stomach growled at the thought of one of Lynn’s thick sandwiches. But mostly, she sensed he needed some time alone with his daughter.

“Take your time,” he said, bending forward to brush a strand of sweat-soaked hair from Britt’s forehead. “I’m not going anywhere until I know she’s okay.”

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