Healing Grace by Lisa J. Lickel

Author:Lisa J. Lickel [Lickel, Lisa J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal Romantic Suspense
Publisher: MuseItUp Publishing
Published: 2013-04-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Near the end of July the lake breeze blew in a mixture of cold from the perpetually icy water and steam from the heated air. Grace worked evening hours at the clinic so Greg could take a couple of days off.

Lost in the land of reporting near closing, the crash of the doors surprised her. Randy barreled in, half-carrying Jimmy whose ashen face and rolled-back eyes bore mute witness to the extent of his fear and pain. The boy’s left arm was cradled in beach towels and blankets. An acrid smell reached across the desk.

“Idiots blowing off firecrackers at the beach,” Ted growled as he shuffled in after them. Grace motioned for Ted and Eddy to wait in the chairs in the darkened lobby area while she hustled the others down the hall into an examining cubicle and helped settle the young man on a gurney. Jimmy was nearly unconscious, but alert enough to fight her, and she didn’t want to hurt him any more than he already had been.

She locked eyes with Randy, steel on steel. “I need to look.”

Randy reached for the wrappings. “We’ll check that wound, now, son.”

Jimmy passed right out at that point, and Grace bent to her task.

Wooly fibers stuck into the mangled remains of the hand. She took in a breath and hoped her best professional voice was steady. “Randy, could you please go join Ted now? We have to keep it clean in here.” She was grateful when he obeyed without protest.

When she had done a full examination and flushed the area in warm saline, she placed the boy’s hand on a sterile field while she placed a call to Greg on his cell and let him know of the situation.

“Do you need me?” His detached voice echoed his obvious reluctance to come out of vacation mode.

“It’s a bad one, Greg, but I’ll get it cleaned and dressed, then have Rutgers at Bay View take a look if it doesn’t look right tomorrow.”

“Okay, Grace, keep me posted.” She hung up, pleased at the “I trust you,” in his voice.

“Okay, Jimmy, let’s see what we can do for you.” He had regained consciousness and watched her with dark suspicious eyes, keeping his lips clamped tight. She straightened his clothing and eased his head and neck into a more comfortable position. She talked to him quietly and soothingly about what she was planning to do to treat his wound while she went about methodically gathering supplies.

Unlike the last few months of routine care without that spark, she knew tonight was the night. Rushing in like dammed up waters through a breach, her gift charged almost painfully through her, begging to be used.

Grace had worked with a few burns in Tennessee, mindful of the dreaded pain of the damaged nerve endings and internal hurt she experienced with the victims. She knew infection was a terrible, terrible threat to the healing. She kept her breathing steady and deep while she prepared herself, intuitively expecting this one would cause her as much pain as the patient.

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