The Surgeon's Secret Baby Wish. Laura Iding

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СКАЧАТЬ the back corner of her mind she realized Rick was wearing a suit and tie, but there wasn’t time to resent how he’d used her to cover for a hot date, not when she had so many patients to care for. She turned her attention to the situation at hand, feeling as if she was standing in the middle of a war zone.

      “All right, I want the twelve-year-old female, Chelsey Dupont, transferred to the ICU.” She’d already intubated Chelsey and placed a chest tube for the girl’s collapsed lung. Out of all the trauma patients they’d received so far, Chelsey had been the first to arrive and was the most stable of the bunch. The PICU residents upstairs could handle her care for a little while.

      “I want Tristan Brown to get a CT scan of his chest and belly.” She suspected fourteen-year-old Tristan had a severe liver laceration, but needed to make sure it was nothing more. He also had a compound femur fracture and had already called the ortho surgeons to take a look at him.

      “Doc?” Tristan reached out for her as the nurses began to wheel him away.

      “What is it, Tristan?” She stopped them, and took his hand. “What’s wrong?”

      “Where’s my sister? Where’s Emily?”

      She bit her lip, hoping to heaven that Emily wasn’t the child who’d been declared DOA on the scene. “I don’t know. How old is she? There are still a few victims on the way.”

      “Seven. Emily is only seven.” Tristan’s eyes were wild with anxiety. “You have to find her for me. Our parents were hurt, too. I need to see Emily.”

      The whole family. She swallowed hard and gently squeezed his hand. “I’ll find Emily but we need to take care of you, too, Tristan. The nurses are going to take you to Radiology for a CT scan of your belly. I need to make sure there’s nothing more serious than a few broken bones.”

      “I don’t care.” His eyes filled with anguished tears. “Find Emily, Doc. Please, find my sister. Tell her I love her.”

      “I will.” She released his hand and stepped back so the nurses could wheel him away. She bit her lip, desperately needing to find out the name of the DOA patient. She didn’t know if the DOA was an adult or a child, and although no one deserved to die in a car crash, she found herself praying the dead patient wasn’t little Emily.

      She hurried towards the unit clerk’s desk but was brought up short when the doors to the trauma room burst open and two more bloodstained patients were brought in.

      Fleeting panic hit low in her belly. Never in her life had she ever faced such a massive influx of pediatric trauma patients at one time. She strove to remain calm, listening as the paramedics rattled off the pertinent details.

      “Ten-year-old male with multiple fractures, including his pelvis, long extrication at the scene, blood pressure low-eighties over forty.”

      “Do you have a name?” She wanted to know how many families they were dealing with here. So far they had the Duponts and the Browns.

      “Mike Winthrop.”

      Make that a third family. She filed that bit of information away for when the family members started coming in. “Start fluid resuscitation until Ortho gets here.” Naomi glanced at the second patient. With all the blood covering the child’s face, it was difficult to determine the gender. “What’s the story with this one?”

      “Crushing chest injury, and another long extrication at the scene. The car that hit them was on top of their car, crushing the victims in the back seat.”

      “Age and name?”

      “Emily Brown. We almost had to sedate her brother who wasn’t doing very well himself yet was still trying to crawl back into the car to get her.”

      Having just spoken to Tristan, she wasn’t surprised. Her gaze landed on Emily and she swallowed her fear, knowing the massive injuries stretched her limitations as a trauma surgeon. “Call the cardiothoracic surgeons, I need someone here to evaluate her asap.”

      One of the nurses scurried off. Naomi did a quick examination of Emily, but she could see the poor girl’s ribs flailing from the foot of the gurney. Dear God most if not all of her ribs were broken. She hated to think of the damage that had already been done to her small heart. Most of the trauma surgeons could do a little open-chest surgery, but she’d only done it a couple of times and never alone. Given a choice, she’d rather have the experts with her.

      “The CT surgeon is on his way in from home, but the weather may cause him to be delayed,” the nurse informed her a few minutes later. “He said he’d get here as soon as possible.”

      She blew out a breath. No choice. Emily was her patient. “Okay, we can’t waste any more time. Get those labs sent off and we’ll take her straight up to surgery.”

      “What about Mike Winthrop?” Missy, the charge nurse, asked, a harried expression on her face.

      “Get the ortho trauma team to write the admitting orders on both Tristan Brown with his multiple fractures and Mike Winthrop with his crushed pelvis. Get them ICU beds and either Rick or I will be up to see them as soon as we’re finished in the O.R.”

      “Okay.” Missy bustled off. Naomi didn’t waste any more time, but headed up to the O.R. with little Emily.

      The O.R. team had Emily prepped, draped and ready to go. Anesthesia was there, putting the seven-year-old to sleep and monitoring her labile vital signs. Naomi scrubbed at the sinks outside the room and then donned her sterile garb. Her stomach clenched and she was glad she hadn’t eaten much for dinner because she felt sick at the thought of doing this alone. Taking a deep breath, she entered the O.R. suite.

      “Ready?” she asked, taking her place at the patient’s chest. She wasn’t tall, and she generally used a step stool to perform surgery, which everyone had pretty much gotten used to by now.

      “We’ve been giving blood as fast as possible, but she’s not gaining any ground,” the anesthesiologist warned. His name was Matt Granger and she’d done many cases with him before.

      “Keep doing what you’re doing, and let’s see what we have.” Naomi reached for a scalpel and made the incision straight down the center of Emily’s small chest.

      Her ribs were a mess and she didn’t need to cut the sternum as it was already broken. “Suction,” she barked when blood gushed, obliterating her view of the heart. Sweat trickled down the center of her back. “I need to find the source of her bleeding.”

      “Need a hand?” a deep voice asked from behind her. She turned to see Rick standing there.

      She wanted nothing more than to have Rick’s help, but the other five trauma patients needed him, too. And it was possible that Emily’s heart was beyond repair. No sense in putting the other patients at risk by tying up both of them. “I’m fine for now. The CT surgeon is on his way in from home. You’d better go and check out the ICU admissions. All of the trauma patients have been admitted to the ICU, the ortho trauma team should be evaluating the two with major fractures.”

      “Sounds like everything is under control.” He gestured to the open chest. “Are you comfortable with this?”

      “I’ve only done open-chest procedures a few times,” she admitted, “but hopefully I’ll СКАЧАТЬ