One Night With The Army Doc. Traci Douglass

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       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN

       CHAPTER FOURTEEN

       CHAPTER FIFTEEN

       CHAPTER SIXTEEN

       Extract

       About the Publisher

       CHAPTER ONE

      “UNITS RESPOND TO trauma rollover. Motor vehicle accident. Hickel Parkway near Raspberry Road. SUV flipped several times, currently on roof. Three passengers involved—man, woman and young child. Man self-extricated, according to police. Woman and child trapped inside. Fire Rescue responding with Jaws of Life. Over.”

      “Copy. Unit A18 en route.”

      Dr. Jake Ryder replaced the receiver on the dashboard two-way radio, feeling the familiar buzz of adrenaline that always followed a call to arms pumping through his blood.

      “Ready for action, Doc?” EMT Zac Taylor asked from the driver’s seat.

      “Always.” Since taking over the Emergency Medicine Department at Anchorage Mercy Jake didn’t get to spend much time out in the field, so this was a special treat. “I’ll get things ready in the back.”

      While Zac steered them toward the accident scene Jake unbuckled his seat belt and moved into the rear of the ambulance. He grabbed some extra rolls of gauze and shoved them in his bag, then double-checked the batteries in his flashlight. His chief of staff’s words from earlier that day were still echoing in his head.

      “I know how you feel about the media, but this is Bobby’s best chance at recovery...”

      His best friend Bobby had saved his life once. Now Jake would return the favor.

      There were no other options.

      Even if it meant the possibility of revisiting the dreaded invasion of his personal life that had followed his Distinguished Service Cross commendation. That debacle was one of the reasons why he kept to himself these days. Other than Bobby and Zac, and a few other staff at the hospital, he wasn’t really close to anyone. His ex and those reporters had really done a number on Jake back then, and now he had some reality TV doc ready to barge in and take over Bobby’s case.

      Exactly what he didn’t need.

      They swerved to a stop as Jake tried to picture this media darling doctor who would be waiting for him when he got back to the hospital. He’d never heard of this wunderkind guaranteed to be Bobby’s medical savior. All he knew was what his ER staff had mentioned—that this traveling physician was all about the new and experimental, mainly at the expense of old-fashioned caring and compassion.

      Not good. Not good at all.

      Zac parked the ambulance, then leaned around the partition separating the front cabin from the treatment area. “Looks like a real zoo at the crash scene, Doc. At least the cops have the perimeter blocked off.”

      “Great. Let’s roll.”

      Jake zipped up his pack, then pushed out of the rig with the heavy duffle slung over one shoulder. Sirens wailed and red and blue emergency lights blazed from all directions. One of the police officers gave them a rundown while they weaved their way toward the overturned vehicle.

      “What happened?” Jake asked.

      “From what the father told me, it was a moose,” the officer said. “Ran out into the road and the guy swerved. Those SUVs are top-heavy, so the whole thing rolled under the strain. I asked him how many times, but he couldn’t remember.”

      “Wife and kid still inside the car?”

      “Yep. Both awake and talking. We’ve got a couple of guys trying to keep them calm.”

      “Awesome.”

      Jake slipped around the end of a fire rescue truck parked diagonally near the wreck, seeing the snowcapped peaks of the Chugach Mountains rising like sentinels in the distance.

      “Any loss of consciousness with the father or the other victims?”

      “He says no, but it’s hard to tell.”

      The cop kept pace with Jake’s longer strides.

      “The kid keeps crying for his toy, poor guy. We’ve searched the area, but haven’t found any stuffed sheep.”

      “Got it covered.”

      Jake patted the side pocket of his duffle. The thing in his bag wasn’t a lamb, more like a cross between a giraffe and a dinosaur, but any port in a storm.

      “Is that the dad?” Jake pointed toward a man huddled beneath a blanket despite the warm September night.

      “Yep.” The cop veered off toward the demolished car again. “I’ll let you get to work.”

      “Thanks.” Jake turned to Zac. “I’ll check out the father while you assess the wreck.”

      “Sounds good.”

      Jake walked to the agitated male standing between a police officer and a firefighter. “Evening, sir. I’m Dr. Jake Ryder.” He set his pack on the ground near his feet. “I hear you had a run-in with a moose tonight?”

      The guy, who looked about forty, and pale as death, nodded. “We’re here on vacation and were out sightseeing. Next thing I knew this huge animal ran out in the road and everything happened so fast and—”

      Recognizing the lingering signs of shock, Jake cocked his head toward the fireman and together they helped maneuver the father until his weight rested against a nearby squad car.

      “Sir, help’s here, and we’re going to take care of you.”

      “What about my wife and son? Are they going to be all right?”

      “The crew’s working to get them out now.” He proceeded to examine the man for any obvious injuries. “What’s your name?”

      “Mark.

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