Their Forever Family. Abigail Gordon

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СКАЧАТЬ to see her child, so back off.” Dark anger flashed in Duncan’s eyes, and Rebel held her breath.

      “She put her kid in mortal danger. He may die.”

      “I understand. She’s not going anywhere, so you can arrest her later.”

      For the second time in less than an hour Rebel and Duncan entered the ER with an unexpected patient.

      “Can you start an IV?” Duncan asked. “The others are working on a new trauma.”

      “Yes,” Rebel said, ready to be helpful and hide the fear surfacing in her veins. Facing her fears was what had led her to ER nursing, but some days the fear nearly did her in.

      Duncan pointed to the counter behind her. “Supplies are there. Get some saline going.”

      In seconds Rebel had everything prepared and inserted an IV into the back of the woman’s hand.

      Duncan rummaged in a cabinet beside her. “Aha.” He moved closer to the patient. “Make sure that’s taped down well.”

      “Why?”

      He held up the small mesh-covered capsule. “Old-fashioned smelling salts.”

      “Haven’t seen those used in years.” Thinking outside the box was what kept ER nursing interesting. “Let ‘er rip.”

      The instant Duncan popped the capsule with his fingers, the noxious scent invaded the room. He waved it beneath the woman’s nose, and she jerked away.

      “Wake up for me,” Duncan said, and patted her cheeks.

      “Her name is Amanda Walker.” The police officer arrived from outside with her belongings.

      “Amanda? Amanda. Wake up now.” Duncan spoke to her.

      Rebel leaned close to Amanda’s ear. “Eric needs you.”

      Amanda’s eyelids fluttered, and she jerked away from Duncan’s hands. “Yuck, what is that?” She struggled to wake from unconsciousness and coughed.

      “Amanda, I’m Dr. McFee, and you’re in the ER. Do you remember what happened?” Amanda kept her eyes closed and frowned.

      “Eric? What about Eric?” She opened eyes that appeared to have no memory of the recent events in the parking lot. Not unusual. The brain provided wonderful coping mechanisms to assist in dealing with emotionally painful situations. None of them were going to help her now.

      “You were on the way to work and what happened?”

      “What do you mean? I parked and came into work like I always do.” She focused more on Duncan and glared. “Why are you asking about Eric? Did the daycare call?”

      “No, ma’am…” Duncan interrupted the officer with a glare. He clenched his jaw, not wanting to verbally castigate the officer when he had a patient on his hands. “No. Daycare didn’t call.”

      “I was…No. Is Eric okay? What’s happened?” She tried to sit up. “What’s going on?”

      Rebel stepped forward and glanced with hesitation at Duncan. He didn’t know her, had never worked with her before, so he had no reason to trust her or her abilities as a nurse. Then again, he had no reason not to trust her. He nodded.

      Rebel placed her hand over Amanda’s with a gentle touch. Compassionate energy pooled around Rebel in such waves that Duncan felt them. This woman was made of tough stuff. So far turning out to be a damned good ER nurse. Gorgeous and smart. Hard combination to find.

      “I’m Rebel, one of the nurses. I…discovered Eric…in the back of your car.”

      “No, you didn’t.” Amanda shook her head in denial and jerked her hand away from Rebel. “He’s at daycare.” Amanda placed a trembling hand over her mouth and tears spilled from her eyes as trickles of the truth emerged from her subconscious. “You’re scaring me now.” Amanda looked around the room, at the glaring overhead lights, at the medical equipment, at the IV in her arm. Then she took a deep breath.

      The wail that followed emerged straight from her soul.

      The hair on Duncan’s neck twitched in reaction to the agonizing cry no amount of comfort could touch. He looked at his newest coworker.

      Tears overflowed Rebel’s eyes as she stood with hands clenched in front of her. Even the cop turned away.

      “N-o-o-o. No. No. No.” She hopped off the gurney, her eyes wild. “You people are crazy! His dad always drops him off.” Her breathing came hard and fast.

      “Amanda. Think back to this morning. Was there a change in your routine? Did you deviate…?” Rebel asked questions designed to trigger her memory.

      “No!” She pointed a finger at Rebel. “Wait till I call my husband. He’s a lawyer, and he’ll…My husband…is…sick…today.” Amanda collapsed to her knees. Sobs croaked out of her in an unrelenting torrent of realization.

      Rebel knelt beside her. “What happened? Can you tell me?”

      “His office has daycare.” She huffed in a few breaths. “He always takes Eric. Always.”

      “And he’s home sick today?”

      Amanda nodded, then slumped over onto the floor. “I killed my son! Oh, God, I killed my son.”

      “Eric is alive, Amanda. He’s not dead.”

      Amanda sat up and grabbed Rebel by the shoulders. “You found him in time?” She hauled Rebel into an exuberant hug. “Oh, my God.” Now, sobs of relief overflowed. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

      Rebel placed her arms around Amanda and looked at Duncan. Those beautiful green eyes of hers pleaded for his help and something inside him emerged. Whether it was the trained physician in him, the male protector of women and children, or he was just reacting to the pain in Rebel’s face, he didn’t know. He just knew he had to respond.

      “Amanda, sit up. I’ll tell you about Eric, then we’ll take you to see him.” He assisted her to her feet, protecting Rebel from being overwhelmed. He offered a hand down to Rebel and brought her by his side. His instinct was to place his arm around her waist, to shield her from the pain they both knew was yet to come, knowing the story before it was even told. Instead, he took Rebel’s hand and led her to a chair. She was pale and her hand was clammy. Though she didn’t look it on the outside, he knew she was having great difficulty with this situation. Officially she wasn’t even an employee, and she’d gone above and beyond what was expected of her. She could just as easily have walked away, but she hadn’t. What heart she must have.

      Duncan placed his hands on the shoulders of the sobbing woman. This was going to bite. “Amanda, pull yourself together. You need to be strong for Eric. Now take a breath and stop crying.”

      In a few minutes she’d managed to subdue her emotions. Tears still dribbled from her eyes, but she could look at him. That was a start.

      As the noon hour approached, Rebel felt about a hundred years older than her actual thirty. Days like this were СКАЧАТЬ