Loving Leisl (Special Forces: Operation Alpha) (Green Beret Book 2) by Michele E. Gwynn & Operation Alpha

Author:Michele E. Gwynn & Operation Alpha [Gwynn, Michele E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aces Press, LLC
Published: 2019-03-11T16:00:00+00:00

Three hours later, Betty came into the room. “Sergeant Craig?” she gently shook Leisl’s shoulder.

Leisl opened her eyes, having drifted off into a light nap. “Yes?”

The nurse checked Leisl’s vitals. “Just wanted to let you know you’re scheduled for surgery at 21:30. Doctor Bannerman ordered some blood tests so someone from the lab should be up shortly for that. We’ve already got your chest x-ray. Everything else looks good,” she said, writing down the readings.

“Is it okay if I get up to use the bathroom?”

“Of course. Let me help you.” Betty put the side rail down and helped Leisl out of bed. “I know you can probably do this on your own, but considering your seizure earlier, I’m going to walk with you, just to be safe.”

Leisl nodded. “Yep. I’m familiar with the fall protocol.”

“That’s right. You’re an R.N. too. How long have you been licensed?” she asked, making conversation.

“Almost seven years now.” They arrived at the bathroom. “And you?”

“Twenty years, last March. I’m retiring in September.” She helped Leisl inside. “Just pull the cord on the wall when you’re ready to come back to bed, dear.”

“I will, and Betty?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Congratulations on your retirement. And thank you for being so kind to me.”

The old nurse smiled. “My pleasure, dear.”

Leisl closed the door and used the facility. It felt good to be upright and she wondered when she’d be able to sit upright again after surgery. Weird, the things one takes for granted, like the ability to go to the bathroom by oneself and sit on a toilet.

She got up and washed her hands and then eyed the cord on the wall. Despite protocol, she ignored common sense and walked back to bed on her own. It felt good and she didn’t care if Betty fussed at her. She should fuss at her, but Leisl wanted to do this one simple thing. It would be awhile before she could again, and Betty could help her all she wanted—after surgery.

The lab tech arrived and drew several vials of blood. Leisl hated needles, which was strange since she was a nurse, but getting poked by one gave her the heebie-jeebies. Just the smell of the alcohol and the pinch of the tourniquet made her queasy, made her palms sweat. This feeling was going to grow exponentially in less than two hours. She needed a hand to hold.

Panicked, she looked for her cellphone on the bedside table. It was there, in a bag with her uniform and boots. She turned it on. Only two bars left, and she didn’t have her charger. She scrolled to messages and found none. Who would call or text? Swallowing a lump, she wiped her eyes and pulled up contacts. There was Jason’s name. He never did answer the one and only text she’d sent him, at least, not with a return text. No, he’d come in person, and that meeting ended in a kiss followed later by an insurgent attack. You couldn’t write this stuff, it was so weird.

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