she honored it only during her temporary tenure in Emergency. While she took pride in her efforts when she’d discharged a patient from the fifth floor, drinking a glass of wine alone in her apartment didn’t generate the same emotional satisfaction as being surrounded by people who’d shared in the experience.
Until Trey had dangled the notion of a celebration in front of her, she hadn’t realized how much she missed the camaraderie associated with a group of her colleagues. Trey had inadvertently reminded her of another part of her life that David had stolen.
Well, no more. She’d come to Pittsburgh to start over, and creating a new routine was part of that. She may not be able to afford more than a glass of tea or a soft drink, but drinking wasn’t the issue. Being with friends and colleagues was.
“I didn’t realize I’d touched on such a deep subject,” he joked. “You looked like you were a hundred miles away.”
“Sorry,” she said, embarrassed at being caught woolgathering. “I was, but you’re right. We should rejoice in our success stories when we can.”
His smile nearly blinded her. “Then you’ll join us on Friday night?”
“Sure, why not?”
“Great,” he said with such enthusiasm that she knew he’d hold her to her decision, no matter what. “We’ll—”
Their pagers went off simultaneously. Sierra abandoned her mug and followed Trey out of the door.
A scuffle at the far end of the hall near the ambulance entrance doors caught her attention. Two police officers were escorting two punks in low-slung jeans and ripped T-shirts, but for every step forward they sidestepped two more in an effort to keep the two street hoods apart. Obscenities flew, along with several wild punches, but it was obvious that not long ago those punches had been landing.
One young man had a swollen, bloody nose and a bloodstained bandana wrapped around his right biceps. The other had one eye completely swollen shut as he limped forward.
Trey sighed. “Looks like the natives are restless.”
“No kidding. I thought they saved their fighting for Saturday nights,” she remarked.
“Around here, any time is a good time,” he answered. “I’ll take one and you can take the other so we can get them both out of here faster.”
“Okay.”
She started forward, but he pulled her behind him. “Stay out of the way until they’re stashed in separate corners.”
Stay out of the way? For a few seconds she stood in amazement at his high-handedness. Did he really think she couldn’t hold her own? She’d gone nose to nose with men who were far more belligerent than these two. Of course, she hadn’t been wearing a dress and heels at the time, but sometimes looking feminine gave her an advantage. Goons like these were often busy ogling her legs and forgot their reason for fighting.
She hurried to catch up, but Trey’s long-legged stride had already put him at the scene. Although she was still half a hallway away, she heard and saw everything.
“Take him…” Trey pointed to the one sporting a bloody nose “…to Trauma One and the other to Room Two.”
“Move it, buddy.” Officer Wright gave his prisoner a not-so-gentle nudge in the appropriate direction. “You heard the doc.”
“Hey, man, don’t tell me what to do.” The guy immediately began swinging.
Instinctively, Sierra knew this wasn’t going to end well. She watched in horror as the situation deteriorated, taking Trey with it.
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