Fires of Kiev by Nichole D. Evans

Author:Nichole D. Evans [Evans, Nichole D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, suspense, terrorism, CIA
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 2017-10-17T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

Meredith arrived to her night shift in plenty of time to stop at the Starbucks cart and grab a caramel latte. When she got to the Emergency Department, her assignment for this shift, she could see it was going to be a long night. People in the waiting room had been there for hours, and it seemed like the ambulances arrived without end. The ER was a place for life and death emergencies, but more and more uninsured people were forced to use it as a Primary Care because the ER was not allowed to turn patients away if they couldn’t pay. This meant her night could be spent treating sniffles or gunshot wounds—it just depended on the fates and the stars.

As she made her way into the patient area, she heard moaning, crying, and yelling, all within a few partitions. One of the nurses was rushing with a mop and bucket to the other side of the room, and she could smell the fresh antiseptic spray they used on the hard surfaces here. She could tell it had been a madhouse this evening, which usually meant the night shift would be worse. No matter. She took a sip of her liquid energy and stepped up to the triage nurse. “What have you got for me, Julie?”

“Nothing good. It’s a full moon with diarrhea tonight. We’ve got sickies, stoners, and shitheads. What’s your pleasure?”

They chatted as Meredith selected one of the charts. Ready to go, she went to the curtained partition assigned to her patient, a four-year old boy with a fever, chills, and congestion. Apparently, some of the crying that had been filling the department was coming from him. Meredith opened up the curtains and was immediately met with an upset little boy and his frazzled mother, who had tears sliding down her cheek, too.

Meredith quickly went to work soothing the boy, handing him one of the little stuffed animals the hospital kept for occasions like this. Once he was calm, she quietly spoke to the child’s mother, assessing her well being in addition to her son’s. By the time the boy was treated and he and his mother left, the mother was smiling and the little boy was soothed.

Back to triage, she finished her notes and handed the finished chart to Julie. “What’s next, pretty lady?”

“We’re playing requests tonight, Dr. St. Claire,” Julie said. “This guy refuses to be seen by anyone but you.”

“Hmm.” Meredith flipped through the pages in his chart. “I’m not sure I know him. He’s not a frequent flyer. Did he say why he wanted me?”

“Not to me.” Julie smiled. “He’s kinda cute. Maybe he’s an admirer.”

Meredith playfully scoffed and headed toward the partition. She went through the chart again, but nothing stood out to her. It was a typical one-time-visit to the ER chart for someone who probably would be better off waiting until morning and going to their primary care doctor. His complaints were typical of the season: fever, congestion, and headache.

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