Radclyffe - Love On Call

“This isn’t the damn front,” Mari said, her fear giving way to rage. Some careless, irresponsible driver had nearly killed the best person she knew, the woman who had already given so much for so many. The woman she loved.

“It is to her,” Harper said gently.

Mari closed her eyes, let the targetless fury drain away. “I know. You’re right.”

“I’m going to call and get a room for her upstairs. As soon as we get that laceration closed, we’ll get her settled.”

Mari waited until the scans were done and helped the ICU nurse transport Glenn back to the ER. Abby came in a few minutes later.

“Flann called down. She’s going to be a few hours. Ruptured spleen, fractured liver, avulsed duodenum. The guy’s a mess. I’ll do this.”

“Can I help?” Mari asked.

Abby cocked her head, surveyed her. “Sure. That will free up one of the nurses, and we’re slammed out there.”

Mari cut sutures and dabbed blood from the field as Abby anesthetized and closed the eight-inch laceration on Glenn’s forehead. Somehow, Glenn slept through most of the procedure, or maybe her body just kept her submerged so the healing could begin.

“It looks great,” Mari said softly as Abby finished the last suture.

Abby’s eyes above her paper mask smiled at her. “Thanks. Nice assist. She’ll have a little bit of a scar, but the orientation’s good so it won’t be too noticeable in six months or so.”

“It won’t bother her.” Mari doubted Glenn even realized how unbelievably attractive she was. And a scar? Nothing could mar her incredible beauty.

“Her room is ready,” Abby said, “so we can get her upstairs. Coming up?”

“Yes.” Mari appreciated that everyone just assumed she was staying with Glenn for as long as it took to be sure she was out of danger. Did everyone know what she had barely begun to recognize? That Glenn was the most important thing, everything that mattered to her?

“Carrie’s outside in the family waiting area if you want to give her an update while the staff get Glenn ready to transport. I’ll call you when they’re ready.”

“Thanks. I’ll go find her right now.” Still Mari hesitated, unable to leave. Glenn’s vital signs were stable, everything checked out fine, but what if she wasn’t there and something happened? What if while she was gone Glenn—

“She’s going to be all right. Sore as hell for a few weeks, and she’ll need some tending that she won’t want, but I’m sure you’ll figure out how to get around her.” Abby’s tone was gentle, knowing.

Knowing Abby knew what Mari feared, and why, gave her comfort and strength. “I might need a little help in that department. She’s one of the quietest people I know, inside , but staying quiet? Not so much.”

Abby laughed. “Don’t worry, we’ll gang up on her.”

Glenn softly muttered, “I can hear you, you know.”

Mari stroked her cheek. Glenn’s eyes opened, momentarily clear and oh so reassuringly strong. “Good. Then you know you’re outnumbered.”

Glenn’s smile flickered, and she sighed deeply. Asleep again, safe.

“I’ll be right down the hall.” Mari finally backed away, watching Glenn’s chest rise and fall, slowly and evenly, checked the EKG and blood pressure tracings moving steadily across the monitors one more time. Glenn was going to be all right. They were both going to be all right.

The instant Mari reached the waiting area, Carrie jumped up.

“Sometimes I hate not being one of you clinical types,” Carrie exclaimed. “I had to stay out here and all of you were running in and out and oh God is she okay?”

“She’s going to be. Banged up, but nothing time won’t fix.” Mari opened her arms as Carrie flew at her.

“Are you okay?”

“No. Yes. Just give me a year or two…” Mari buried her face in the curve of Carrie’s shoulder, and the tears she’d been holding back for hours flooded free.

Carrie rocked her, crooned wordlessly, and held on.

“Sorry, sorry,” Mari gasped when the worst of the burning in her chest had passed. “She’s fine, really.”

“Harper told me.” Carrie led Mari to a sofa against one wall, drew her down, and enclosed her in the circle of her arms. “Doesn’t mean it’s not terrifying all the same.”

“God, you’re so right.” Mari wiped her face with her palms and took a deep breath. “You heard what happened?”

Carrie nodded. “You know Glenn pulled the other driver out of the car right before it caught on fire, right? She saved the idiot that ran into her and could have killed her.”

“Of course she did. That’s Glenn.”

“She’s a hero,” Carrie said.

“She always has been.”

Carrie leaned back, read her eyes. “And I’m guessing she’s yours now.”

Mine now. Mari smiled. “Oh yes, she is.”

“I thoroughly approve.”

Mari laughed, a bubbling sensation she barely recognized at first as joy coursing through her. “I feel so lucky to have found her.”

“Oh hell, she’s the lucky one.” Grinning, Carrie gave her another hug. “After all, she’s got you.”

“Yes. She does.” Mari gave in to the comfort of Carrie’s embrace another minute longer. “I should get back. They’re going to take her upstairs soon.”

“All right. I’ll let everyone else know how she’s doing. You just concentrate on taking care of yourself.”

“Me?”

“Glenn will be rightly pissed if you don’t take care of yourself while she’s recuperating. That means eating right, sleeping right, and not worrying.”

“I don’t know how I’m not going to worry.” She trembled, seeing the stretcher zooming past her, glimpsing Glenn’s still form, remembering the blood and the terror.

“By reminding yourself she’s all right and thinking about all the amazing things the two of you will share.”

“Yes,” Mari whispered. “I can do that. Now.”

*

Every single person in the hospital, in the entire community, maybe in the entire county came by Glenn’s room into the late hours of the night. Mari, curled up in the chair by the side of Glenn’s bed, was aware of them, sometimes just shadows, pausing in the doorway for a few seconds, then moving on. Just checking to be sure Glenn was taken care of, leaving a little positive energy behind. Around midnight Antonelli came in, reviewed Glenn’s vital signs on the computer printout by her bed, listened to her heart and lungs. When he was done he bent down by Mari’s side and whispered, “You should go home. Get some sleep. She’s had a little sedation and is going to be out all night.”

“She might wake up.”

“Not for four or five hours.”

“You’re still here.”

He shrugged. “I’ll watch her for both of us.”

“Yeah, well…I’m so glad you were here tonight.”

“Me too. Mostly I’m really glad I have such a good teacher.”

The tears came again and Mari was too tired to even be embarrassed. Antonelli silently handed her a tissue and she wiped her eyes. “We were all lucky.”

“Damn scary night, just the same.”

Mari nodded.

“If you don’t want to go home, at least crash in the on-call room for a few hours.”

“He’s right,” a woman said from the doorway.

Mari looked over and something brought her instantly to her feet as Antonelli slipped out. “I know. It’s just really hard to leave her.”

“Mm-hmm.” Ida Rivers walked to the foot of Glenn’s bed and studied her for long, silent moments. With a brisk nod, she put her arm around Mari and drew her to the door. “She’s not in pain and she’s strong as an ox. She’ll mend quickly. I’m Ida Rivers, by the way.”

“I know. All your children look like you.”