rep promoting Viagra, the latest and greatest male potency pill. Eyeing the plate of cookies on the counter, he asked, ‘Who brought those?’
‘Ashley.’
He studied them with suspicion. ‘Is this one of her own concoctions?’
‘Yes.’
‘Then I’ll pass.’ Ashley liked to modify tried-and-true recipes in her attempt to create new taste treats. Her goodies were inedible a good percentage of the time.
Before he could ask the question burning inside him, Katie changed the subject. ‘I’m going to run down to the nursing director’s office while we’re not busy. Ashley will be here to cover, but if something big comes in you can page me. I shouldn’t be gone for too long.’
Normally she would have been more forthcoming about her plans, especially as he knew how much she dreaded visiting with Mrs Morgan, the director of nursing usually referred to as Old Battle Axe.
He settled into a chair behind the desk with the latest medical journal, hoping to read at least one article before someone required his expertise. Fifteen minutes later Katie’s co-worker, Ashley Dahlquist, sank into a chair beside him.
Conscious of his new goal, he let his gaze travel over Ashley’s left hand. It was bare.
He leaned back to study her without her knowledge. She was pleasant-looking, had a nice figure and, from her conversations, liked to play racquet-ball. She’d graduated from this past year’s nursing class along with Katie, but at twenty-seven Katie was a few years older and her years of service as an emergency medical technician had given her a confidence that Ashley lacked.
On the other hand, Ashley was congenial and anxious to please. Not bad wifely attributes, he thought, even if she couldn’t cook. Before he could dwell further on the subject, Katie breezed through the double doors.
‘I’m back.’ Suddenly, she stopped short, her eyes wide with surprise. J.D. felt as if she knew that he’d looked at Ashley as a prospective marriage candidate rather than as another nurse. Her shoulders seemed to droop, along with the corners of her mouth.
‘All clear here,’ he said in an overly bright voice. “Not a creature is stirring…”’
Ashley rose. ‘We’re getting low on syringes and gloves. Katie, do you think I should run to Central Supply and get a few more boxes?’
‘Yeah. Good idea.’
Ashley left, intent on her task and apparently oblivious to the undercurrents flowing through the room.
Katie reached over the counter and pulled out the latest infection control policy from the slot designated for new policies. She spoke, avoiding his gaze.
‘She’s hoping to get an engagement ring this Christmas. Just thought you’d want to know.’
‘I do.’ He lowered his voice. ‘Now do you see why I need your help?’
Her mouth formed a hard line and her nod seemed half-hearted. ‘All right, but I have conditions.’
‘Name them.’
She shook her head. ‘We can discuss them later.’
‘Tonight?’ he asked hopefully. Now that he’d committed himself to his course, he wanted to get started.
‘OK. After Daniel’s in bed.’
‘Good idea.’ The less Daniel knew, the better. He would announce to anyone who would listen that his daddy was finding him a mother. J.D. didn’t need the aggravation or the publicity caused by such news.
‘Fine. By the way, I’m using some of my overtime this afternoon.’
‘Anything special planned?’ he asked.
‘Just doing a few things I’ve been putting off,’ she said noncommittally.
The automatic doors leading from the ambulance bay whooshed open and two officers in tan-colored uniforms accompanied an orange-clad prisoner in handcuffs. The fellow was big and burly and, in J.D’s opinion, weighed more than both of his keepers combined. A makeshift bandage covered his forehead and he held a rag to his nose.
To J.D.’s surprise, two more guards followed them.
Obviously this prisoner was a high security risk. J.D. couldn’t recall having seen a similar situation at Mercer before and he took a closer look.
The prisoner shuffled along and he held his left arm against his side.
The deputies didn’t appear unscathed either. Their hair was tousled and several sported bruises on their cheek-bones. Their expressions were hard, their eyes intent.
A tall blond approached Katie, the grim set to his mouth softening as he addressed her. ‘Hi, Katykins.’
‘Hello yourself, Thad,’ she responded, her cheeks pink-tinged and her face wearing the first smile J.D. had seen all day. ‘What can we do for you fellows?’
Thad motioned to the prisoner. ‘Ernie Sheldon here decided he didn’t like to stay in our accommodations. He raised a ruckus to try and escape. He’s a little worse for wear.’
J.D. eyed the man whose eyes seemed to shoot daggers. If looks could have killed, everyone in the ER would be dead, especially his jailers.
Thad continued. ‘He’s been complaining about his ribs so we thought we’d better bring him in for you folks to check out.’
J.D. exchanged a glance with Katie, visually signalling to her that he would remain nearby. ‘Put him in One,’ he ordered, wanting him away from the other ER patients.
Katie ushered the group into the specified exam room as J.D. followed. Although the staff usually took care of the basics, before calling him into the room, he didn’t intend to leave Katie alone, even if Mr Sheldon was surrounded by four armed members of law enforcement.
He was also curious about the man who so comfortably modified Katie’s name.
‘Have a seat, Mr Sheldon,’ Katie told him, motioning to the bed.
Thad and one of his colleagues stationed themselves near the foot and head of the cot. As the room wasn’t designed to accommodate a large group, two of the deputies remained outside in the hallway. They stood on either side of the doorway, their legs planted apart as if they were ready to spring into action at the first sign of trouble.
J.D. remained in the background while Katie recorded their patient’s full name—Ernest T Sheldon, his date of birth—he was forty-two—and his address.
At this last question, the man snorted. ‘Just put down County Jail. I expect I’ll be there a while.’
‘After this stunt, it’ll be a long while,’ Thad assured him.
Sheldon turned the air blue with his comments about his jailers’ parentage.
Katie rummaged in a drawer and withdrew an old-style mercury thermometer. She immediately shoved it in
