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the flow of people, no one noticed a lone person in a white lab coat entering room 314. The
patient that the code blue was called for was in the hospital for treatment of a broken hip
sustained in a fall from a ladder. Other than that, the 43-year-old man was in good health with no
other concerns. With the pain of having pins and screws in his hip joint, he was seldom aware of
his surroundings due to a morphine pump. He paid no attention to the young doctor coming into
his room to look at his chart, then inject his IV line with something, and then, a few minutes
later, he flat lined.
With the commotion, the now unconscious patient covered from head to toe by a white sheet
from room 314 was pushed out into the hall. No one ever paid attention to the deceased, making
it easier to wheel them into the service elevator and up to one of the unused operating rooms. A
surgical gloved hand hit the door button and then the floor to surgery. The person uncovered the
patients head, striped out of the long blue lab coat that te medical examiner wore and then
pushed the gurney out of the hallway on the surgical floor. Ignoring everyone in his path, he put
his back to the OR room and walked backwards through them. "About time you got here, what
did you did read him a bed time story?" DeGado growled and pulled the gurney under the bright
surgical lights.
"His room was under guard, I had to distract the entire floor to get him up here." Corvell said and
then flinched when DeGado gave him a force ten glare. "Don't worry, he was on a Morphine
pump and I gave him 20 cc's in his IV shunt, it'll look like he over dosed himself." He let the
nurse pull his shield over his eyes and then double gloved him; they weren't worried about germs
since the patient never lived.
"You better hope that no one saw you," DeGado grabbed a scalpel from the tray and split the
man's chest open. "Because if anyone did, you're history."
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Hudson rolled over and fell off the edge of the bed when the phone rang; she lifted her head from
the floor and groaned in pain. Grabbing at the sore muscle in her thigh, she tried to ease the
cramping and prayed that the phone stopped ringing. "Go away, its four o'clock in the morning."
She rolled to her side, got to her knees and grabbed the phone. "WHAT!"
"Dude get over to the hospital," Tara panted over the phone. "One of the patients was taken from
his room!"
"SHIT! Are you there now?" She got up, sat on the edge of the bed and felt Waylon roll against
her.
"I just got here; Kat's trying to find out what happened."
"I'll be there in twenty minutes, get the security tapes." She hung up the phone and pulled her
torn and tattered t-shirt over her head.
"Where you going?" Waylon's sleep roughened voice asked.
"One of the patients that was under guard is missing, Tara and Kat are at the hospital trying to
find him."
"I'm going with you," She rolled from the bed and shook her leg trying to get her Levis off her
one foot. "I can& help." She fell back on the bed and held her leg up to her lover.
Hudson pulled her Levis from her foot and dropped them to the floor. "What if someone sees
you there and tells the administrator?"
"I'll bend over and tell them all ta kiss my ass." She held out a hand to be helped up and groaned
from stiff and overworked muscles. "I think we're getting too old to play Twister." She moaned
and grabbed at her lower back and slapped at a chuckling Hudson. "Shut up Dude, you're not
moving any better." Dressed like two bums, they staggered through the side door off the parking
lot and took the elevator up to the pediatrics wing. They knew that it would be safer for Waylon
to wait there while Hudson went in search of Tara and Kat then to be wandering the hallways.
"She went towards Kat's office and nodded at the nurse coming out of the room where all the
babies were in cribs. "Feeding time at the troll cage?"
"I thought having my own kids was bad but when you have seventeen all crying at the same time
and no help, it gets down right horrifying."
"Where is everyone?" Waylon asked and picked up a scrub shirt from a cart and pulled it on.
"The administrator called everyone into the cafeteria for a meeting, we had a morphine overdose
by way of pump on three and a patient that escaped during the commotion. What are you doing
here, I thought you were suspended?"
"Hudson came in on an emergency so I came in with her to see Kat."
The nurse gave her a huge smile and clasped her shoulder. "So the rumor mill is right, you two
are living together." She winked and handed Waylon a baby bottle. "Grab anyone you want and
I'll be right back with some more bottles." Waylon looked at the bottle and then into the glass
encased room with the yelling babies.
"How did I get roped into feeding trolls?" She sighed and pushed through the door to the room.
Picking up the first baby she came to, she walked over to one of the rocking chairs and sat down.
"You know I'm supposed to be helping my lover look for a patient and here I am feeding you."
She watched as the baby boy sucked on the bottle and stared up at her with dark blue eyes. "You [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]