Chapter 82
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It is my last week of work before I go on maternity leave. And tonight is my last evening shift. I get out of here before ten tonight and I am thrilled. I’m so tired of these nights in the ER. I swear that is when all the crazies come out. My boss told me when I come back from leave I get to go back to working in the ICU. I am beyond happy about that. I was not built for working in the ER. I have serious respect for the nurses that do but they can have it. The number of drug seekers seemed to have increased and it is bothering me. I have two weeks until my due date and can’t move very fast. If things get violent there is no way I could get out of the way quickly. And we went from having one or two seekers a week to three and four. That is just my shift. There is no telling how many of the seekers the other shifts are getting.
With the help of the club and Bradford, there are a few more safety measures in place. For hostile repeat offenders, we discretely take a photo of them and keep them in a file that we have shared with Bradford. Bradford even had a volunteer off–duty cop stationed on each shift to help out our in- house security. I still have my shadow as a guard, Meathead. He stays out of my way so I can work unencumbered while keeping an eagle eye on me. I told him several times he could just sit at the nurse’s desk and I would yell if I needed him. You would have thought I told him she didn’t believe he could take care of her. Turns out he was more worried about Goof and Tank. When he was given this job they told him if one hair on my head was harmed, Meathead’s full patch would be at stake.
I will not be responsible for that man’s patch just because I was being a little stubborn about his
hovering. And he didn’t hover. Except when it came to dinner. That is on me because I make sure to
pack enough for both of us. Or Goof when he packs my meal. Meathead eats at the table with me and we talk. We have become good friends. Not as good as Goof and me even before I approached him about having a baby, but he is definitely in the top five. Meathead just helped me put our dinner away and now we are at the nurse’s station. I am. Meathead is in his normal spot leaning against the corner of the wall. The nurses that are fixing to get off duty wave and say “Hi.” to him before we get to work. Most everyone is used to seeing him around by now and doesn’t even blink when he is
here. Not bad since the guy is six foot two, tattooed, wore his kutte with pride, and could be intimidating if you didn’t know him.
I went with Rachel, the nurse I was relieving, so she could show me her patients. The first one is a seven–month pregnant woman. “This is Meranda. She hit her forehead on her kitchen cabinet. She is all stitched up but her blood pressure was a little high the last two times we took it so doc said he
wanted to check it one more time before we sent her home. She is due for another check–in in
twenty minutes. Check it then tell Doc to see what he wants to do.” Rachel told me. Elevated blood
pressure isn’t always an issue or something we deal with. We just advise them to follow up with their doctor. But a woman this advanced in her pregnancy could be a sign of a more serious problem.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
