Series: Twisted Fox #1
Release Date: May 19, 2020
will fall apart.
can go home, finish that box of Thin Mints I shouldn’t have bought, and
binge-watch a show on Netflix.
agreed?” Lauren, our charge nurse, asks—referring to the appendicitis patient
who’s been refusing an appendectomy all night.
wife promised to buy him a new TV.”
love to say someone being bribed to have life-saving surgery is a shocker, but
after working in the ER for so long, I’m not easily shooketh.”
I glance around the emergency room. “What’s next for me?”
night at Anchor Ridge Memorial Hospital, and as much as that’s a good thing, it
can get boring.
hall. “Exam room three. Five-year-old with a fever.” Her tone turns bubbly as
she wiggles her shoulders. “Dad is super
hot, by the way.”
tap my knuckles against the triage desk. “I’ll let you know if I need
number,” she half-whispers with a thumbs-up.
dismissively wave my hand. “Absolutely not.”
play makes Jamie a grumpy doctor.”
I spin on my heel and walk to the room.
and I knock, snatching a pair of latex gloves on my way in.
stop, stumble back two steps, and cover my mouth with my hand.
as soon as my gaze meets his, his jaw flexes.
as anger and disgust line his face.
bitch and run away.
manage in a whisper.
his chair, his narrowed eyes pinned to me, and moves to the side of the bed,
blocking my view of the patient.
from Sir Pissed Off, and I shift to the left.
whisper, gaping at the little boy in the bed.
eyes are sleepy and nose is red and irritated.
walnut-brown with a slight slant, match his father’s.
thick ash-brown hair.
his chin and heart-shaped face match hers.
hand shakes when I point at him.
here?” he repeats, his tone harsh.
loss for words, my smart-ass self would throw out something along the lines of,
What do you think, dumbass? I’m sporting
a doctor’s jacket with my name embroidered on it.
wrapping my head around them being here, let alone dragging out my sarcasm.
finally say before signaling to the boy. “I’m his doctor.”
doctor,” he hisses, his voice low enough so only I can hear.
speaking to Cohen, but the boy holds my interest.
exchange, his eyes pinging back and forth between his father and me with
curiosity on his tired face.
whines, sniffling. “I don’t feel good, and what if I puke in the car?”
doctor.” His broad shoulders draw back.
when I hold up a finger, turn, and scurry out of the room.
Lauren. “Can you watch the boy in three for a minute? I need to talk to his
from her computer and tilts her head to the side. “Yeah … sure.”
room when we walk in. “A word,” I say, jerking my head toward the doorway.
Cohen’s attention darts to the boy, and he delivers a gentle smile. “I’ll be
right back, buddy.” He gives him a quick peck on the head and swings his arm
toward the door, his eyes cold. “After you, Your Highness.”
curious glance when he walks past her, and I shrug as if this isn’t about to be
awkward city up in here.
Lauren asking the boy what his favorite cartoon is.
distance while I lead us into a private room, the one reserved for breaking bad
news to families.
shut the door., “Cohen—”
let me get more than his name out.
level on me. “This is a conflict of interest, Jamie. The nurse can help us. We
don’t need you.”
last time he said those words to me smack into me like a headache.
I saw him.
looked at me with the same resentment.
realize how hard his insult hit me or he doesn’t care.
biting at me. “What do you think I’m going to do, huh? Kidnap him?”
you’re related to, who knows?”
fists to hold myself back from smacking him in the face since his words are
like a slap in mine. “You have some nerve.”
slapped a patient’s father.
on his face when he holds up his hands. “Just saying it how I see it.”
toward the door. “You have a sick son in there, and it’s my job to treat him. Don’t like it? I don’t give a shit.” I shove
past him, stalk out of the room, and don’t check to see if he’s following me.
Lauren asks, her eyes glancing over my shoulder, and I realize Cohen is behind
me, still keeping his distance.
before approaching the bed and smiling down at the boy. “What’s your name, honey?”
sure it was him, my head spins at his confirmation.
his arm, and my tone turns cheerful. “Hi, Noah. I’m Dr. Gentry. Can I ask some
questions about how you’re feeling?”
other side of the bed, his eyes on me, and Lauren migrates to the corner, her
nosy ass interested in this shitshow.
Cohen tells me, his tone softer.
scruffy cheek. “Over twenty-four hours.”
“Not even sugar. I can hardly get him to drink, and he has no energy, which is very rare for him.”
settles while we turn our attention to Noah. I ask question after question as I
take his temperature and go through all the motions.
it’s the flu,” I say, removing my gloves and tossing them into the trash.
“We’ll do a test, and I also want to run some blood work to make sure we’re not
“We’ll get you back to feeling good in no time.” I give Lauren, who’s gathering
supplies for the test, a head nod and leave the room.
Thin Mints tonight.
scurrying into the doctors’ lounge ten minutes later. “Whoa, what was that
about? Dude was super nice to me but acted as if you’d pissed in his Cheerios.”
neck. “That’s my sister’s ex … and her son … the ones she left.”
up riding her bicycle to her library and reading anything she could get her
hands on. Angst is her happy place, and she loves writing about flawed people
finding love. She loves the basics—books, shoes, and online shopping.
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