Just then two of Ben men come running in with bags and boxes of medical supplies. Damn, that was fast! I have a strong suspicion they didn’t exactly purchase the materials. I put a pin in that to discuss later with Ben. “What do you have?” I ask searching through the bags. “What do you need?” Ben asks, as he hands me some surgical gloves. “I need to sterilize the area and stop the bleeding. I’m not sure how much he’s lost, so I may need to start a blood transfusion and IV fluids. I’m going to need—" “Iodine, alcohol and saline drip,” he says fishing the items out of one of the boxes. I cut him a look. “Yeah.” I take the Iodine from him. “Can you jury rig the saline bag to the bedpost? Where’s the morphine and syringe? I need butterfly needles so I can begin administering the fluids. I’m also going to need to clamp blood vessels and seal them.” “So, hemostat, sutures, surgical ligature, what else?” Nathan asks, as he withdraws those items from the curiously available supplies. W
“Great.” “She’s mad at me, not you,” I say, sitting back. “She’ll probably be here in fifteen minutes. Will probably try to convince you to stick to Last Call business.” “It wouldn’t be the first time.” “With a slug in your chest…I couldn’t blame you if you listened to her.” His gaze shifts to me, his eyes narrow. “You trying to offload me?” “You crazy, lose my right hand?” “Then stop with the bullshit,” he says. “I make my own decisions. Lorna knows that.” “I’ll never speak of it again.” “Good, cause I ain’t going anywhere, kid.” I smirk, even though I’m the boss now, I allow my friend the pejorative term in private. “The meds alright? You in any pain?” He gingerly lifts his hand to the bandage. “Had a dose earlier this morning, I don’t want to get hooked on the stuff.” His eyes fix on me. “You find the fucker who shot me?” “Yeah, took him over to Sully’s to pound some answers out of him. Then we sent him back to Gregor. Well, his head anyway.” “Ah, figured it was that w
“What about your decision to keep seeing me at the hospital even though I wasn’t even your patient?” I fire off the questions like bullets. “What about your decision to go on a date with me? What about your decision to come back to my house and sleep with me? To live with me, to drive my car and wear this ring as a promise of our future together!” Her eyes are tearing up and she’s moving away from me toward the edge of the bed. But I keep coming, having this all pent up inside. “You’re in gross violation of the medical standards for your profession as a result of failing to report the gunshot wounds you treated!” Her face is twisted with bitter anger and fear. “I did it all for you and now you throw it back in my face!” She climbs off the bed and makes toward the bathroom. “You unbelievable asshole!” I fly after her and shoulder the bathroom door open when she tries to shut it on me. “You did it for me? Why, Chleo? Why’d you do it?” I shout. “I thought you needed my help!” she sc
Content with that knowledge, we drive the rest of the way home in silence, but our hands remain joined.I welcome the return of the routine life back at the hospital. When I check in with Dr. Wood , I recall the information that Ben gave me. Chleo cheated on her medical school exams while she struggled with motherhood. Had she not been dealing with the stresses of a newborn, I’ve no doubt she’d have been capable of passing them on her own merit. But this information certainly cast her in a whole different light. She’s fallible and doesn’t deserve to be on any pedestal we students have placed her on.“Good morning, Dr. Wood,” I say with a knowing smile when I run into her at the nurses’ station.“Chleo.” She smiles back apprehensively as if she suspects something is up but hasThings are pretty slow today. No interesting procedures taking place in the OR, at least nothing I’m interested in adding to my procedures list. So, I stick to the , lending a hand wherever I can.While I’m
“The cuffs won’t be necessary if you agree to come quietly, Ms. Wood,” Roberts says holding up his hand. “Back off, Jim. Leave her be. I think she knows we mean business.”Hall backs down and I have to wonder if this had all been rehearsed ahead of time as a scare tactic. I must say, it’s working.“Look, Ms. Wood,” Roberts says, “We all know you’re lying, but I suspect that you’re afraid of what will happen to you if you rat out your mobster boyfriend.” He gives me a sympathetic smile. “We don’t want you, and I’d honestly hate to ruin your career. You give us what we want, and we’ll make this all go away. Alright?”I look away from him, but nod.“You’re an aspiring doctor, you know you don’t have a future with that low-life, scumbag. You had your fun with the pretty bad boy, but now it’s time to hand him over and we’ll see that no harm comes to you. We handled plenty of cases like this, we know what we’re doing.”“H-how will telling you how I got there help you get Nathan if he h
“I’ve been conducting my own investigation on agents Roberts and Hall. At least I know why Hall always acts like someone pissed in his cornflakes.”Chleo sits forward in her chair. “What did you find out about him?”“He was planning to divorce his wife because he’s been banging a fellow agent for months now. Only his wife just told him that she’s pregnant with their third child. She confronted his lover and told her that if she didn’t leave Hall alone, she’d report them both to the agency which would’ve gotten them both canned. So poor Hall’s lover gave him the boot. So now he’s back full-time with an angry pregnant wife.”Chleo is shaking her head. “That would explain that sour puss face of his.”“And Roberts,” I continue, “About ten years ago he asked the agency for a leave of absence because his wife had terminal cancer. The department was compassionate even though it meant leaving in the middle of a big case he was leading. His wife went into remission, but when he returned th
It’s not so bad,” Chleo says, “Just scootch your tie over that way.”“Can you believe this?” I laugh. “And they call themselves a five-star establishment.”“I know, it’s shocking really,” she says over enthusiastically like someone very nervous about a task they have to perform. What in the blazes did they say“He knows!Getthe warehouse address, then go to the lady’s room!” was the fevered whisper in my ear. They suspect that Ben is aware I’m wearing a wire and is feeding me a line of bullshit. They don’t realize I’m the one who told him.Now I have to ratchet up the frightened little bunny act. In truth, I’m getting a little nervous about how this is going to go down now that they think they need to rescue me from Ben. It could get downright ugly.I take a big swig from my wine glass.“Chleo, are you alright?” Ben asks.I nod and glance away from him. “I know we don’t want to talk about shop anymore, but I’m a little nervous about the big match reveal for the residency selectio
Ben glances up at him. “Please tell me they fired the other fellow.”The waiter looks confused. “I’m sorry…is there anything else that I can get you?”“We’re fine, thank you,” I say, feeling sorry for the poor guy. My gaze drifts back over to where agent Mitchel is standing. Obviously, she’s still not convinced I’m out of the woods yet. Or is she finally beginning to suspect that Ben and I orchestrated this whole charade? When I ran out to her with the dress so that she could sew in the wire, I’d put on quite the act about how anxious I was about the whole thing. That they needed to stay close because if Ben ever found out I’d betrayed him, I was a dead woman for sure.I’d refused their request to plant listening devices in our home but had reluctantly agreed to wear the wire. I realized this was another major turning point, my chance to cut Ben loose and take my chances. I could always claim that I’d operated on his brother Ms and his best friend Stieg under duress and throw myse