the way to a triage area, where a nurse was posted to determine the priority in which the incoming patients would be seen.
Kaylee’s condition certainly wasn’t critical, and since the E.R. appeared to be especially busy today, Dan figured they wouldn’t see a doctor until the cows came home. And if that were the case, he was going to owe Eva big-time for spending the afternoon at the medical center with them.
The triage nurse sent them to sign in with a clerk behind a desk who took Dan’s insurance card. Thank goodness he’d put the kids on his plan after Jenny’s death.
After providing all the pertinent information, he returned to the waiting area. There weren’t many chairs from which to choose, so they opted for a grouping near a TV monitor that was set to the Discovery channel.
The kids and Eva zeroed in on the television, while Dan snatched a magazine from a table. He wasn’t sure how long they’d had to wait before Kaylee’s name was called, but he’d just reached the last pages of a battered, two-month-old issue of Modern Horseman.
As they all headed to the doorway that led to the exam rooms, the nurse who’d called them, a tall, slender woman with black spiky hair, looked at Kaylee and smiled. “What happened, sweetheart?”
“I fell down, and the slide hurt me.”
“That’s too bad. But don’t you worry. We’ll get you fixed up as good as new.”
“Are you the princess doctor?” Kaylee asked.
The nurse furrowed her brow and cast a quizzical glance Eva’s way.
“She’s talking about Dr. Nielson,” Eva explained. “Is she on duty today?”
The nurse smiled. “Actually, she is working. And we usually assign the children to her whenever we can. So your odds of seeing her are good.”
Eva seemed to be relieved, although Dan wasn’t sure why. Apparently that particular doctor was good with kids. Was she also a plastic surgeon?
The nurse—Shannon O’Reilly, according to her ID card—took Kaylee’s temperature and checked her blood pressure, then she left them to wait for the doctor.
Kaylee nibbled at her bottom lip, and Eva eased closer. “Are you doing okay, honey?”
“I’m scared. I don’t want it to hurt again. It’s all better now, and I just want to go home.”
Dan didn’t know if she meant back to New York or the ranch, but he wouldn’t ask. The kids didn’t have any options about where they lived now.
Eva slipped an arm around Kaylee’s shoulder, and the girl leaned into her. It was nice to see her connecting with someone. She’d been a little standoffish with him since he’d brought her to Texas.
He supposed he couldn’t blame her for that. He didn’t know squat about kids, especially girls. And he had a feeling she wasn’t used to being around men, especially the rugged and outdoorsy type.
Moments later, an attractive redhead entered the room. She couldn’t have been much more than an inch or two over five feet tall, but she had a definite, take-charge presence.
She introduced herself to Dan and Kaylee as Dr. Nielson, then greeted Eva. “Is this your family?”
“No,” Eva said. “We’re just…friends.”
Dan would have corrected her if he could have figured out a better answer, but as it was, that would have to do.
As Dr. Nielson slipped on a pair of gloves, then examined the child’s wound, Eva said, “Kaylee’s a little concerned about getting stitches and looking like a pirate.”
“Don’t worry about that,” the doctor said. “I’ve got something much better than stitches for this cut. We’re going to use skin glue instead.”
Dan eased closer, wondering if he’d heard her right. Was she really going to close Kaylee’s wound with some kind of glue? Or was this all part of the magical princess-talk that Eva had been using on the child?
“Cool.” Kevin eased closer to the exam table on which his sister sat. “Can I watch?”
“You certainly can.” Dr. Nielson stepped aside, giving the boy a better view.
When the doctor was finished and Kaylee’s wound was thoroughly cleaned, then sealed, Kevin stepped back and grinned. “It’s too bad all the king’s men and all the king’s horses didn’t have that stuff when Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall.”
The doctor smiled at the boy. “You’ve got a point there. They might have been able to put him together again.”
“So that’s all there is to it?” Dan asked. “That bionic glue will hold together?”
“Yes, it will.” Dr. Nielson removed her gloves and dropped them in the trash. “We can’t use it on all wounds, but it should work out nicely for Kaylee.”
“Just like magic,” Dan said, realizing that it sounded as if he was slipping into the fantasy zone Eva had created. But that’s not what he meant. He was thinking about the marvels of science and modern medicine.
The doctor reached for a clean rubber glove from the box and blew it into a balloon. Then she took a black marker and made eyes and a mouth near the base of the thumb, leaving the fingers to poke up like a Mohawk.
“Cool,” Kevin said. “It has pokey hair like the nurse. Can I have one, too?”
“You bet.” Dr. Nielson handed the blown-up glove to Kaylee, then reached into the box for another.
Dan looked over the sealed wound on his niece’s forehead. He’d had plenty of stitches in his day—the gash in his knee for one—so he knew the routine for that. Kaylee would need an appointment for a checkup and suture removal. But what happened with skin glue?
“Does she need to come back?” he asked.
“Not unless you notice any unusual redness or swelling.” Dr. Nielson gave them some instructions about keeping the wound dry and protecting it. “In fact, after you check out at the discharge desk, you’re good to go.”
“Can I see my owie?” the girl asked.
Dr. Nielson found a mirror, then handed it to her.
As Kaylee peered at her reflection, she scrunched her face. “It still looks like an owie. You didn’t do anything to make the cut go away.”
“It takes time for it to get better,” the doctor said. “The red line will turn pink before it disappears.”
Kaylee didn’t appear to be convinced.
“I think it looks like a fairy kiss,” Eva said. “All good princesses have one, you know.”
The little girl brightened. “Okay. And it’s shiny because of all the fairy dust and magic.”
If Dan was going to have to make up stories to appease Kaylee, she would be out of luck. His brain didn’t work that way. He
