Blink Of An Eye. Rexanne Becnel

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      In less than an instant the lanky guy took charge.

      I’d been a nurse for seventeen years and I’d worked with a lot of doctors in a lot of different situations. Even though I’d been out of the profession for seven years, the pleasure of seeing a good doctor in action hadn’t dimmed. He was calm and authoritative, and though it didn’t seem as if he were rushing, he worked fast.

      “Transfer him to that table. Get him started on oxygen. Okay, let’s take a listen.” He bent over him with a stethoscope.

      While he and three others worked over the man, I made the wife sit down. “Does he have a history of heart trouble?” Yes. “Anything else? Diabetes?” No.

      “High blood pressure?” Yes. She gave me a rundown on his medications. “What about family history of heart disease?”

      I relayed the information to the team working on him in the tent, then went back to my post. This was bad. Very bad. I hadn’t thought about the destruction of the city’s medical resources, though of course I’d heard on the radio that Charity Hospital, the VA Hospital and Tulane Hospital were all flooded and out of commission. And if the whole city had flooded, then Mercy, Baptist and Methodist couldn’t be operational either. As for the hospitals in Jefferson Parish and St. Bernard…

      A shiver ran down my spine. I didn’t want to think about it, but it was a real problem. How were you supposed to treat a heart-attack victim under these circumstances?

      The answer was helicopters. Within thirty minutes, the guy was medevaced from a make-do landing pad on the neutral ground. And that fast, our temporary emergency-room team went back to treating cuts, sprains, rashes and overdoses.

      Eventually someone showed up with plates of red beans, and we all ate. Only later did the good doctor come out front for a break and to stretch out his back.

      “Thanks for the history you gathered on the heart-attack victim,” he said, giving me a grateful smile. “I gather you’ve worked in the field before.”

      “Yes, but…it’s been a while.”

      He chuckled. “Some things you never forget. I’m Ben Comeaux.” He extended his hand.

      “Jane Falgoust. You’re a good Cajun, judging by your name.” And that typical Cajun coloring, dark hair, midnight eyes and a winning smile.

      “You got it. A bayou boy transplanted to the big city. So what did you do?”

      “Do? Oh, you mean in nursing. Neonatal, surgical, emergency room.”

      “Damn. So why are you out here checking patients in? We need you in the exam room.”

      I shook my head. “I don’t do that anymore. Besides, I haven’t kept my license current.”

      “You think anyone here cares? Come on.” And just like that I was back doing what I never thought I’d be able to do again: working in an emergency room, swabbing wounds, giving shots and handling drugs the licensing board had decided I had no business handling.

      But the temptation I feared never raised its ugly head. For one thing, we were all working under one crowded canvas roof, talking back and forth, lending a helping hand to one another. Even Lucky pitched in, entertaining two little girls who were deathly afraid of needles, while I gave them tetanus shots. For another thing, they didn’t have a very big selection of drugs on hand. Mainly tetanus vaccines, blood thinners and coagulants, antibiotics—both oral and intravenous—and some moderate-level pain pills.

      Regardless though, I wasn’t into prescription medicines anymore. I hadn’t been for seven years. As easy as my access to them had been on the job in hospitals, in some ways they’d been even easier to get in a bar. People—especially drunk and wasted people—offer bartenders all kinds of stuff. I could have made a bundle buying and selling drugs on the side. But I hadn’t. Why would I want to help anyone ruin their life with drugs? I was a perfect example of how easily drug abuse could ruin your life. I hadn’t died from it, but my career had been killed and it had been downhill ever since.

      But I was back in nursing again, if only temporarily, and I was going to make the most of it. I used to be a damned good nurse. I would prove I could be a good one again, even if I was the only one who’d ever know.

      After lunch we kept on. Enoch and Sarah came by and stayed, helping out any way they could. A fresh team of doctors came by a few hours later, and suddenly I realized that the whole day was gone. I’d been so busy I hadn’t noticed.

      Lucky lay asleep underneath the cot, but the minute I stepped out of the tent, he was there with me.

      “Great dog.” It was Dr. Comeaux. “You two went through the storm together?”

      “We sure did.” I fondled the goofy mutt’s floppy ears.

      “How long have you had him?”

      “Would you believe only about a week? I promised to take care of him for his real owner.”

      We stood outside the tent, neither of us going anywhere. Finally he said, “Can we count on your help tomorrow?”

      “Sure.” I stared up at him. He was good-looking in this shaggy, unselfconscious way. Probably younger than me, but not too much. “How did this all get started?”

      He looked back at the makeshift ER and shook his head. “Three of us work with Doctors International On Call. We got here this past Saturday and set up with help from the Red Cross. The military isn’t too happy we’re here, but they are reluctantly providing security. As for the others, they’re mostly like you, good folks who didn’t evacuate and now want to help their fellow man. So, why didn’t you evacuate?”

      “I’m not sure anymore. So, where are you guys staying?” I asked, wanting to head off any questions about myself.

      He pointed to a building across Frenchman Street from the park. “A guy opened his apartment to us. How about you?”

      “I have an apartment on Dauphine not far from here.”

      “You’re not walking back by yourself, are you? Because I can walk you home.”

      “No, I’m fine. I came with two of my neighbors. And of course I have Lucky to protect me.”

      He studied me a moment. “I don’t know why you left the medical field, Jane. But I think you ought to reconsider.” Then he grinned. “See you tomorrow?”

      I nodded. “See you tomorrow.”

      I smiled to myself as I walked home with Enoch and Sarah, filled with this warm glow of pleasure, all due to what he’d said. Ben Comeaux was a good doctor, so that made his compliment even sweeter. Too bad I couldn’t just snap my fingers, straighten out my life and resume my lost career.

      For now, though, I vowed to enjoy my newfound work. Who knew how long it would be before I’d ever have another job again?

      CHAPTER 4

      The next day I brought my cell phone with me. There was a guy with a generator at the park, and СКАЧАТЬ