The Doctor's Redemption. Susan Carlisle

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      Minutes later the high-pitched sound of the ambulance arriving filled the air and Laura Jo rushed outside. The double rear doors of the vehicle stood wide open. Usually by this time the EMTs would be unloading the patient.

      Looking inside, she immediately recognized the EMT working over the patient but not the other man. Then she did. Mark Clayborn. Again he was wearing red biking shorts and a yellow shirt of a first responder.

      Mark held the portable oxygen bubble away from the patient as the EMT placed the defibrillator paddles on the patient’s chest. The body jerked. The beep of the machine monitoring the heart rate started and grew steadier. Putting the earpieces of the stethoscope that had been around his neck into place, Mark listened to the man’s heart. “Let’s get him inside,” he said with a sharp tone of authority. He then made an agile jump to the ground, turned toward the interior of the ambulance and helped bring out the patient on the stretcher.

      Although confused by why he had been allowed in the emergency vehicle, she still followed his lead. It was against policy to ride in the back unless you were part of the EMT staff. But now wasn’t the time for questions. She stood aside while the two men lifted out the stretcher. The wheels dropped to the pavement and Laura Jo wrapped her hand around the yellow metal frame and pulled. Mark kept his fingers on the pulse point of the patient’s wrist while the EMT pushed.

      They had reached the doors when Mark said, “We’re losing him again.”

      Tall enough to lean over and push on the patient’s chest, he began compressions. Another nurse met them and gave oxygen. Laura Jo kept moving ahead, her arm burning. To her relief, they got the patient into the trauma room. There Mark and the EMT used the defibrillator once again. Seconds later the monitor made a beep and the line went from straight to having peaks and valleys. After they gained a steady pulse, she worked to place leads to the monitors on the patient. The ER doctor rushed in.

      Mark and the EMT backed away with exhausted sighs, giving the ER doctor, Laura Jo and the other staff members space to work. For the next twenty intensive minutes, Laura Jo followed the ER doctor’s instructions to the letter. Finally they managed to stabilize the patient enough to send him to surgery.

      Laura Jo had to talk to the family. They must be scared. When she asked the admission clerk where they were she was told exam room five.

      “Why are they in an exam room?”

      “The man’s granddaughter is being evaluated.”

      Laura Jo headed for the exam room. It shouldn’t have surprised her that Mark was there, too. He came out as she was preparing to go in.

      “Well, fancy meeting you here,” he drawled in a deep voice that made her think of a dark velvet night.

      “It’s not that amazing really. I work here.”

      “I figured that out. So how’s your daughter? Healing nicely?”

      “She’s fine. A little tender but fine.”

      “Good. By the way, I’m Dr. Mark Clayborn.”

      “Yes, I know who you are. As in the Clayborn Building, Clayborn Bank, Clayborn Shipping.

      He gave her a studying look. “Do I know you?”

      “I’m Laura Jo Akins. Used to be Laura Jo Herron.”

      “Herron? My parents used to talk about the Herrons. Robert Herron. Real estate.”

      She looked away. “Yes, that’s my father.”

      He had pursed his lips. “Well, that’s a surprise. Isn’t it a small world?”

      Too small for Laura Jo’s comfort. It was time to change the subject. “Thanks for helping out. Now I need to talk to the family.” She gave the door to the exam room a quick knock and pushed it open.

      It turned out that she was wasting her time. “The nice Dr. Clayborn” had updated them and also seen to Lucy, their little girl, but they appreciated Laura Jo coming in. By the time she’d returned to the nursing station things seemed to be under control in the ER. All the exam and trauma rooms were full. The critical cases were being cared for. Those waiting were not serious.

      “Why don’t you take your supper break while you can?” the lead nurse said.

      “Are you sure?”

      “It’s now or never. You know the closer we get to Fat Tuesday the merrier it gets around here.”

      Laura Jo laughed. “If merry is what you want to call it. Okay, I’ll go.”

      “I’d rather call it merry otherwise I think I might cry,” the lead nurse said with a grin.

      Laura Jo grabbed her lunch box. It had become a habit to pack a lunch when money had been so tight even before Phil had left. Reaching the cafeteria, she scanned the room for an empty table. The busy ER translated to a full room. As soon as a table opened up she headed for it. Before she could get to it Mark slid into one of the two seats available. Disappointed, she stopped and looked around for another spot.

      He waved her toward him. “You can join me, if you like.”

      Laura Jo looked at him. Did she really have a choice? She was expected back in the ER soon. “Thank you.”

      He grinned at her. “You don’t sound too excited about it.”

      What was he expecting her to say? You’re right, I’m not? “I have to eat. The ER won’t stay calm for long.”

      “It did look a little wild in there. I’ve certainly had more than my share this evening. I haven’t done this much emergency work since I was on my med school rotation. Don’t see many head trauma and heart attacks in family practice.”

      Laura Jo pulled her sandwich out of the plastic bag. “I understand that the girl was sitting on top of her father’s shoulders and toppled off. When the grandfather saw what had happened he had a heart attack.”

      “Yeah. Thank goodness it all happened within running distance of the med tent. For a few minutes there wasn’t enough of us medical personal around to handle all that was going on. I’m just glad the girl has regained consciousness and the grandfather is stable.”

      “The girl will be here for observation for at least one night and the grandfather for much longer, I’m afraid.”

      He took a large bite of his hamburger and they ate in silence for a while before he asked, “So you knew who I was the other day. Why didn’t you say something?”

      “There just didn’t seem a right moment.”

      “So you’ve seen a lot of Mardi Gras.”

      She straightened her back and looked directly at him. “I’m not that old.”

      He grinned. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that.”

      Laura Jo had to admit he had a nice smile. She grinned. “That’s СКАЧАТЬ