Radclyffe - Love On Call

“Actually,” Glenn said with that faint hint of a drawl, “we’re in the midst of orientation.”

“Ah. Fresh boots?” Grinning, the woman held her free hand out to Mari and sipped from the cup of coffee she held in the other. “Flannery Rivers. Welcome aboard.”

Mari smiled and took her hand. The long fingers that closed over hers were firm and smooth and certain. “Mari Mateo, and my boots are already well broken in.”

“Good to hear. Glenn will probably need all the help she can get.”

“Thanks,” Glenn said good-naturedly. “How’s the patient from last night?”

“Just saw her. Temp’s down and the leg looks good. Nice work.”

“Thanks,” Glenn said quietly.

Flann pulled a chair over from an adjacent table and settled in between Mari and Glenn at their small table. “How many more recruits do you have coming?”

“One more new staff and four students.”

Flann laughed. “It’ll be a hell of a day down there.”

“We’ll handle it.” Glenn smiled. “Dr. Remy has put together an amazing program in an incredibly short time.”

“You helped,” Flann said.

“I followed orders,” Glenn said.

“Well, Abby is very efficient when she wants something done.” Flann glanced at Mari. “Dr. Remy managed to seduce Glenn away from the OR in record time.” She shook her head. “First she takes my job, then she takes my right hand. It’s a damn good thing I love her.”

“Um…” Mari was at a complete loss and sent a helpless look in Glenn’s direction.

Glenn laughed. “Dr. Rivers is chief of surgery, Mari, and for a while she wore another hat—heading up the ER too. Until Dr. Remy came along.”

Flann sighed. “Yeah. Then Abby decided that Glenn belonged in the ER full-time, and she took her too.”

“It seems that Dr. Remy has very good judgment,” Mari said.

Flann grinned. “She has to, she’s going to marry me.”

“Oh.” Mari laughed. Flannery Rivers might like to tease, but her fondness for Glenn was obvious, and the way her eyes sparkled every time she said Abigail Remy’s name told exactly how she felt about her. Flann reminded her a little bit of her oldest brother Hector, always high on life, playful and charming, when he wasn’t being downright annoying. A swift shock of sadness and unexpected longing shot through her. She caught her breath and forced a smile. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks. I’m hoping Glenn gets bored fast and comes back where she belongs.” Flann stood. “But in the meantime, good luck.” Her voice had gone from teasing to sincere, and the warmth with which she looked at Glenn gave Mari some idea of the depth of the friendship between the two. She was glad. Glenn seemed so very alone.

“Don’t get into too much trouble without me,” Glenn said.

Flann squeezed Glenn’s shoulder. “Wouldn’t think of it. Don’t forget to tell Mari and the rest of your new boots about the barbecue.”

“Right,” Glenn said, pulling her phone from her pocket as Flann walked off. She glanced down and then at Mari. “Incoming. You ready to go to work?”

Mari stood. “You have no idea.”

Chapter Four

Mari raced at Glenn’s side, threading between the tables on the way to the nearest exit. Most people barely gave them a glance, used to seeing staff race off to an emergency. Glenn didn’t return the way they’d come, and Mari was quickly lost and didn’t bother trying to follow their route. She just focused on keeping up with Glenn as they jogged around corners, through a fire door, and down a concrete stairwell lit by bare bulbs in metal cages.

“You run?” Glenn asked, not the least bit breathless.

“I did,” Mari said, trying valiantly to sound as unstressed as Glenn. Her heart pounded against her ribs, but her wind was holding. Her legs were nearing jelly status, but then, she hadn’t used them much in the last half a year or so. They couldn’t have that much farther to go, could they? “I’m a little bit out of training just lately.”

“You move like a runner.”

Mari was oddly pleased by the comment but barely had time to appreciate it before Glenn pushed through another unmarked gray metal door and delivered them into the center of a tornado. A blast of disorienting noise and a flurry of rushing people sent a surge of panic racing through her. Nothing looked familiar—what was she supposed to do? After a second, Mari’s pulse calmed and she made sense of the controlled chaos in the hallway. She’d seen this before. ER staff pushed gurneys toward the ambulance bay to await the injured, pulled back the curtains on examination cubicles, and opened equipment packs. Lights came on in a big room Mari barely had a chance to glance into as she hurried by, but even a quick look was enough to tell her it was a pretty fully staffed operating room.

“What have we got?” Glenn called to Bruce, the nurse Mari recognized from earlier.

“EMS is five minutes out. Grain silo collapse.”

Glenn’s face set into grim lines. “How many?”

Bruce shook his head. “We’re not entirely sure. First report was three, then another unit called in and they’re bringing two, and we think there might be more. Could be upward of ten.” He grimaced. “Apparently a couple of people went in to try to help and ended up getting trapped themselves.”

“How many people do we have down here?”

“Never enough for this kind of thing,” Abigail Remy said, emerging from the reception area wearing scrubs and a white coat, her expression intense and hyperfocused. “Bruce, call up to the SICU and see if they can spare us a couple of nurses. Then get the respiratory techs down here—every one we have in-house. You’ll be triage.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Bruce said, practically saluting. He spun on his heel and strode away.

Abby turned to Glenn and Mari. “Glenn, I want you to take the criticals, anyone that looks like they need immediate surgical intervention, get them into the trauma bay stat. I’ll call Flann and alert the OR to put a room on standby.”

“Roger.” Glenn leaned toward Mari and lowered her voice. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine,” Mari said. “I’m good.”

She was. Her heart galloped with the adrenaline rush, but she wasn’t nervous and she wasn’t afraid. She also wasn’t alone, and she knew it. If she got something she couldn’t handle, she’d have backup. Glenn was here, looking solid and sure, as if she’d seen and done this kind of thing a hundred times before—because she had. Dr. Remy too. But most of all, Mari trusted her training.

“Good,” Glenn said. “You’ll take anyone who isn’t actively hemorrhaging or in full arrest. Use room one.”

“Okay—you better tell me about grain silos. What can I expect?”

Glenn’s gray-blue eyes darkened to nearly black. “Don’t see much of that in LA?”

“Try never.”

“Depends on what was in the silo, but usually corn or wheat, which generates heat, toxic gases, and a hell of a lot of dust. When the structure collapses or the contents avalanche inside, whoever’s buried will suffocate in seconds or be crushed, but they can also get sucked into the augers and mixers—meaning broken or severed limbs.” She spread her hands. “If it takes more than a minute to extract the ones who are completely submerged, their lungs will be full of dust and even if we intubate, it’s not going to be enough.”

“So blood gases on everyone,” Mari said, trying to formulate a treatment plan on the fly. This was nothing like a multi-vehicle pileup on the interstate, but the principles were always the same. “What else? Injury-wise?”

“Compression syndromes, fractured ribs, open and closed extremity type injuries. The fractures can all wait unless there’s vascular compromise.”