Love's Healing Touch

"Coming through," a nurse shouted as she pushed a crash cart down the hall of the emergency room. Mike Fuller leaped away and landed in the path of a gurney being moved at breakneck speed. "Hey, you," shouted the orderly as he swerved around Mike, "grab the door to the elevator and keep it open." Mike dashed toward the closing door and held it open until the orderly and his patient arrived. After the doors shut behind them, Mike again entered the E.R. and navigated through a hallway so crowded with patients on gurneys that there was only a narrow pathway between them. Ahead was the central desk where he'd been told to check in with the nursing staff. No one was there. A glance through the window on his right showed a waiting room filled with people. From outside the building, the siren of an approaching ambulance wailed, a sound which warred with the sounds inside the building--shouts of medical personnel and the bellow of the loudspeaker calling doctors and spewing forth codes. Amid the noise, medical staff hurried past, stopping in one cubicle or another. Mike inhaled the stifling scent of disinfectant and looked around him. Even if he was only an orderly--well,clinical assistant,but everyone knew that meantorderly--he was here, inAustin University Hospital during the late shift. The commotion made him feel alive and want to be part of it. Unfortunately, he had no idea what he should do. Whether he was an orderly or a CA, he could do only what he was told. That had been pounded into him during his training and three-day orientation. "Orderly." He turned to see a beautiful woman watching him. She was short, but beneath her open lab coat--which meant she was a doctor so he shouldn't be noticing how attractive she was--were curves, delightful curves. Right now, he had too much going on in his life to even look at a woman, but only a dead man wouldn't check out this one. She was exactly the kind of woman he'd always liked in the past--except for that one mistake with tall, blond Cynthia. This doctor's dark hair was pulled back in a round little knot. She had beautiful golden-brown skin and brown eyes, which, he realized, were glaring at him. In addition, her lovely pink lips were forming words. "I need you," she said as she pointed at him, "to check the vitals of the patients in the hall. Then get gloves and a bucket and start cleaning Exam 6." "But--" Mike started. "I know, that's housekeeping's job but with the mess tonight, we're all going to have to pitch in on everything." Then she walked away, saying, "Thank you," over her shoulder as she entered one of the cubicles. "I see you've met Dr. RamArez, the head resident in the E.R.," said a nurse as she returned to her desk. "She can be demanding at times, but she's a great doctor." She glanced at Mike's name tag. "Welcome, Fuller. I'm Pat. We can really use you tonight." "Is it always this busy?" "Depends. Tonight there was a chemical spill south of town." She picked up a marker and started writing names on the dry-erase board. "We've got injuries from three traffic accidents and a gunshot wound in Trauma 1. And a family in a house fire." She shook her head. "A lot of other injuries I can't remember. A fairly normal night here." Then she sat. "Might as well get you started. I'll have Williams show you around." Her gaze scanned the area. "Williams, come on over here." When the brawny orderly arrived, he smiled to expose a gold front tooth. "Glad to see you, man. We're two orderlies short so I'm working too hard." "Mike Fuller." He held out his hand. "No time for that." Williams slapped Mike on the back. "Come with me." "Dr. RamArez wanted me to--" "Check the vitals on the patients in the hall. Let's get going." The other orderly handed Mike a stethoscope. "You'll bePerrine, Jane Myers is the author of 'Love's Healing Touch ', published 2007 under ISBN 9780373874507 and ISBN 0373874502.