Page 87 of Guarding Over You
For her, it was a sign that everything was coming together.
Until it wasn’t.
“I hope they find who did it. Or at least it stops now.”
“No kidding. I hope that too.”
The phone rang on her desk. No one else was around in her shared office. She was positive if they were, her boss wouldn’t have come in to talk to her.
She reached over to grab it. “Hi, this is Maddy in the ER. Is there someone who could come down? We’ve got a potential DV situation.”
“On the way.” She hung up and turned to Katherine. “DV in the ER.”
“Just another thing to brighten your day,” Katherine said. “You didn’t say what had you smiling?”
And she wouldn’t right now either. “Just trying to think of the good things in life.”
Katherine grinned. “That’s the best way to get through.”
She got up from her desk and went to the ER. She was bound to see Blaze since he was working.
Last week, he’d come down to dinner twice and since he’d had Saturday off the past weekend, he’d spent some time with her and Gracie going to the park, then out to lunch.
Her daughter wasn’t thinking anything of it and was more excited to see Blaze than she was half the time.
It just told her she had to make sure Billy knew she had a boyfriend before she let Gracie know the true status of their neighbor.
When she got to the ER, she moved over to the charge nurse, three others behind the counter working also. One guy and two girls.
She tried to keep track of the names, but it didn’t always work.
“Hi, Arden,” Maddy said. “Shelly, come on over and fill Arden in on what is going on.”
“Come over here if you don’t mind and I’ll show you what is on the screen,” Shelly said.
She moved behind the counter, smiled at Steven, who she remembered since there weren’t a lot of male nurses, then noticed Erika’s name tag and sent a grin back to the younger nurse before she moved onto a patient.
“What do we have?” she asked.
“Female, age thirty-two, potential broken wrist, waiting to send her to X-rays, abrasion on her cheek, and the start of a nice shiner.”
Arden let out a breath. “What did she say happened?”
“That she was rushing into the kitchen, tripped, ran into the wall and caught herself.”
“The wall punched her?” she asked, scanning the notes.
“That’s her story. The same as when she was in here six months ago for bruised ribs and jaw. Said she slipped on the steps then.”
“Not very creative. Any other history?”
“No. Not here.”
“But other hospitals?” she asked.
“A few years back in Albany. Some of the same pattern, but looks like a different guy or emergency contact back then.”
“It’s a vicious cycle. I’ll see what I can find out. Any word when she’ll be sent to radiology?”
