Maverick In The Er

While she waited, she impatiently checked the computer for his test results. One by one, the reports filtered in.

Normal chest film. No skull fracture. No concussion.

All she needed now was Dr. Abernathy’s recommendation and she could grant Trey his wish. Of course, she could have granted it sooner if she hadn’t gone overboard with the X-ray requests, but she wasn’t going to risk overlooking anything. There would be hell to pay if she did, not only from her boss and Trey’s, too, but also from Trey’s adoring public.

Finally, an X-ray technician wheeled him into the trauma room. His normally relaxed mouth was pinched with apparent pain and the orbit of his other eye was slowly turning dark.

“What do you know,” she said cheerfully. “Your eyes match.”

He looked so forlorn she wanted to give him a hug. Now, that would cause the rumor mill to kick into gear…

“Great,” he said glumly. “By the way, my CT scan was normal. Any chance I can have that ibuprofen now?”

Because she’d seen the report on her screen just moments ago, she agreed. “Absolutely.”

While she doled out two pills, then two more when he glared at her, Nathan Abernathy rushed in, apologizing for his delay. Sierra looked on as he conducted his own exam, including the tests Trey had previously mentioned. A few minutes later, Roma waved to her from the doorway.

Sierra slipped outside the room. “What’s up?”

“Dr. Donovan has a visitor.”

“Only one?” she asked wryly.

Roma smiled. “Only one.”

“Female, I’m presuming?”

“Yes, but—”

“She’ll have to wait until Abernathy is finished.”

“It would be better if she didn’t.”

“Ah, I get it. A VIP?”

“Dr. Donovan would think so.”

How typical, Sierra thought with some disgust. He’s busy flirting with every woman he meets, but he has a girlfriend—a very important girlfriend—waiting in the wings.

“I think you should talk to her before she sees him,” Roma continued. “Prepare her for what he looks like.”

Imagining a blonde bimbo falling apart and weeping over him because he wouldn’t be able to take her dancing for a few weeks, Sierra grimaced. She glanced inside the trauma room and saw Abernathy continuing his joint manipulation. “Okay. Where is she?”

Roma pointed toward the nurses’ station. “There.”