21 Marine Salute: 21 Always a Marine Tales (98 page)

“For now.” The argument didn’t hold water. Yes, he was overseas at the moment. He would come back stateside and he would see her again. If they were married, then it would be easier to bring her to him. “If we’re married, we could move you here.”

“Yeah, Paul—we’re not getting married just because I’m pregnant.” The finality in the statement wasn’t lost on him. “I don’t want to come to Germany. I have a home and a life here.”

“And when the baby is born? You shouldn’t have to do this on your own.”

“Well, I shouldn’t have to do a lot of things, but getting married is not the answer either. We don’t even know if we like each other.”

“Maybe you don’t. But I enjoy the hell out of talking to you even when you yank the carpet out from underneath my feet. Imagine how much more fun we can have getting to know each other—learning all the little things that make us tick.” Who was he trying to convince? “You’re forgetting, I wanted to see you again. I
want
to see you. I
want
to spend time with you.”

“What about what I want?”

The question stopped him and he concentrated on counting back from ten. Twice. “What do you want, Lily?”

“I want the baby. I know that. I also know that means we’ll be tied together in some fashion. But I want romance, I want to love the man I marry, and I want to want him for him—not just because he’s the guy I was with when the condom broke.” Hard. Blunt. Reality.

Paul nodded. “I’m still coming to see you. It will be after Thanksgiving, probably closer to Christmas. And I don’t know how long I’ll have there, but I’m going to try for a couple of weeks and then to get leave again when the baby is due.”

“It’s okay.” She let him off the hook just like that and he shook his head. It was not okay. “It means a lot that you do care. I’m supposed to have another sonogram on Monday…maybe we can see what our shy and retiring one is. Do you want a copy? They can give me a digital one. I can email it.”

“Yes.” No question. “Absolutely. Did you get the records I had sent over?”

“I did, thank you for that.”

She really needed to get over thanking him for caring. But he could show her that when he was there…in front of her.

“You’re welcome. You sound tired, maybe you should take a nap.” Not that he wanted off the phone.

“I would, but the kicker is awake and the fluttering is going crazy. If I lay down it will get worse.”

“I have an idea.” He stood and walked into his bedroom and stretched out on the bed, still dressed. “Go get in bed.”

“I am in bed—well on it, anyway.” She laughed and he smiled.

“Put the phone on your stomach and go to sleep. I’ll talk to him. Teach him to let his mother nap when she wants to.”

“What if she doesn’t listen to you?” Amusement warmed her voice.

“Don’t worry. She might be stubborn like her mother, but I’m a very patient man. I know how to get what I want.”
And I want both of you in my life
.

“This feels silly….”

“Maybe it is, but I can talk to baby. You can sleep. Let me do this.” It wasn’t a request.

“All right.” She acquiesced and he knew she was a great deal more tired than she let on. “I’ll talk to you Monday, after the doctor’s appointment?”

“I’ll be here. You call me. Doesn’t matter what time.” He would wake up for her. “Now put the phone on your belly and go to sleep. It’s Daddy time.”

She chuckled. “Good night, Paul.”

“Good night, Lily, sleep well.” He waited for the faint muffling sound of fabric across the phone. “Hello there,” he murmured. “This is your father calling. Mom needs you to settle in so she can nap and I think we should talk about how we’re going to convince her that I mean business….”

“Today is a holiday, ladies, as you know we’ll be overwhelmed by the violent results of drunken stupidity, the annual Mud and Zombie run and of course, our personal favorite—the College Dash for Cash highway games.” Jodi eyed all the nurses. “Some of you haven’t spent Halloween with us before, so be prepared. It’s bloody, it’s messy, it’s loud, and there will be no breaks.”

Lillianna nodded her head. She’d done her best to get plenty of sleep over the last two days because the next twenty-four hours would be insane.

“This means, don’t come tell me you’re tired. Don’t tell me you need a nap or your shift is over…your shift ends when the ER empties and not a moment before then. Surgical nurses will take over once patients are transported from the ER, so do not get attached to your patients, you’re not staying with them. We’re also going to be crawling in interns tonight and our residents and attendings will likely be busy for hours on the most severe cases. Lillianna…what does that mean?”

“That means we triage and we triage fast. We identify the most critical patients and get those to the residents. General stitches, labs and tests to the interns. The interns are new, most of them started at the beginning of summer and this will be their first time jumping in the deep end. Our job is to make sure they have a life vest and don’t kill our patients.”

Halloween, next to Thanksgiving and Christmas, was one of their bloodiest times of the year.

“All right. Everyone get to work and eat when you can, rest when you can, but if there are patients coming in those doors….” Jodi didn’t have to finish the statement, the nurses were dispersing and heading out to take on their duties. She waved to Lillianna, asking her to wait until the locker room cleared out. “Now, you will park it at the desk. I want you in charge of updating every patient status, checking them in, handling families if need be.”

Opening her mouth to object, she swallowed the words at Jodi’s hard look. “Fine.”

“Yeah, it is fine. You’re going to end up on the floor to help and we both know it. Conserve your energy and keep the traffic flowing. This isn’t a feel-sorry-for-you job. This is an I-need-you-to-do-this job…you’re also a good judge of when you need to be out there. Take one of the student nurses, park her right next to you. Make her learn everything you’re doing. If you have to turn the desk over, make sure you have someone with experience in place and have your student nurse stay there and follow up. Got it? Good.” Jodi didn’t give her a chance to a respond and moved out at a brisk clip.

Desk duty it was. Personally, Lillianna hated riding the desk. But Jodi was also right. Halloween meant chokes, burns, and allergies would merely be the start the day. She’d followed two screaming ambulances in at the start of her shift. The day blurred into fast forward. She checked in two anaphylaxis patients, and assigned them to nurses and interns. The board shuffled through the patients, and her student nurse ran her ass off.

A frantic mother arrived after receiving a phone call that her son had been rushed to the hospital. Fifteen minutes of calming and two phone calls later, Lillianna sent the mother to the correct hospital. More patients needed checking in, a minor school bus incident loaded with upset five and six year-olds. They only generated a portion of the noise. The tidal wave of parents coming in brought even more. Most of the children checked out clean and didn’t require admission to the hospital. It was late afternoon when the first real traumas, a pair of high school students covered in blood, stumbled through the door. Lillianna checked them both in then turned them over to the interns and fresh nurses returning to the floor.

“What the hell happened to them?” Jodi paused at the desk, turning in charts for the patient they were admitting. The charts had to be updated and sent with the patients to the surgical floor.

“It’s not real blood. Costumes for their murder party tonight. But apparently she’s allergic to it.” She initialed the last chart after scanning that the data matched the computer and passed them back.

“Ugh. We’re going to get more.” Jodi called over her shoulder.

“We always do.” Lillianna rolled the chair around and came face to face with Zane, one of the trauma attendings.

“We always do what, darlin’?” He might as well have been a cowboy for the way he rolled his words, but instead of boots and jeans, he wore deep green scrubs and a white lab coat.

“Get more crazies. You have patients in beds seven and twelve. Seven is more critical, but twelve may have a pelvic fracture. One of the interns is getting films for you right now.” She handed him the charts.

Zane scanned them. “Page Ortho and turn twelve over to Webb or Phillips. I’ll grab seven right now…what is that?” He pulled the X-ray sheet out and held it up to the light.

“A pin. At least as far as the radiologist could determine. He swallowed it because someone else gave it to his girlfriend and he didn’t want her to wear it. It’s perforating part of his esophagus. You’d think there are better ways to prove your affection.” She took the chart back for twelve and paged the Ortho on call.

The doctor shook his head. “His parents here?”

“Mom’s there with him, Dad went to get coffee and walk off his mad.”

“Got it. See you soon.” And Zane was off to deal with his patient.

She managed to grab some soup and a sandwich, courtesy of one of the nurses who ran across the street. Although Lillianna would kill for the espresso making the rounds—she’d been cut off for months. After six, a fresh wave of arrival ambulances delivered their first fatality of the day. A head-on collision and then the night went downhill.

All the beds were full and she turned the desk over to a night nurse and left the student to process papers as she triaged the incoming. A young man in a uniform arrived with a gash across his head.

“I’m fine,” he mumbled. “Just let me get back out there.”

“Sir, can you tell me your name?” She used a penlight to test his pupil response. Concussion and blood loss were the initial concerns, but the lack of pupil receptivity in his right eye suggested deeper issues.

An intern slid to a halt next to her, she filled him in on the vitals, and he started issuing commands. The younger doctor started his day out cocky, but the series of traumas wore away the edge. She stepped aside to allow them to wheel the gurney on, and the patient lashed out and grabbed her arm.

“Ease up there, guy, it’s okay.” The intern braced his arm, ready to help.

“It’s okay.” Lillianna smiled down at him. “I know this is scary, just breathe. We’re going to help you. Can you tell me your name?”

“Justin,” he slurred. But she could detect no obvious scent of alcohol. “Jush-stin Monroe.”

“Okay, Mr. Monroe. My name is Lillianna, and this is Dr. Preston. He’s going to take care of you. Do you know a number I can call?” But his eyes were closing.

“We need to move, Hansen,” the intern snapped.

She extricated her arm and noticed the chain around the patient’s neck. Extracting it, she scanned the dog tags and wrote down the social security number. “Go, I’ll track the family.”

Fortunately, a military background helped. It took her ten minutes of calls, but she got in touch with the young man’s CO and he promised to reach out to the family. Back aching, she glanced at the clock.

It’s going to be a long night
.

***

It was nearly four in the morning by the time she arrived at her apartment. Her body was one long, ache. And she didn’t think she’d ever been so tired. Several packages sat on the floor of her entry hall. A sticky note on top said her neighbor put them inside before the trick-or-treating started. Each package had been addressed to her, but said,
do not open ’til Christmas
.

Too tired to care about that
. She paused in the kitchen for a peanut butter sandwich and a cup of tea. She’d showered and changed before leaving the hospital, but food was critical. She probably should have slept at the hospital, too. But she hated the narrow beds in the on-call room, her rapidly expanding stomach made sleep uncomfortable enough.

Still nursing the hot tea, she headed to her bedroom, stripped and climbed between the cool sheets. The beauty of a hellish Halloween shift was the freedom of three days off ahead of her. She could sleep for as long as she needed. Grabbing her phone, she tried to calculate the time difference…it had to be the middle of the day in Germany.

Is Paul teaching?
She frowned. He didn’t care when she called, in fact, he insisted that she call him because he didn’t want to wake her up. Apparently it was okay if she woke him, but not the other way around. Frankly, she didn’t even remember what day of the week it was.

Her eyes drifted closed and she fought the sleep swamping her. She promised to call him after the Halloween shift. He’d been worried about her and as terrifically sweet as it was, she told him she could handle it and she had. Unlocking her phone, she hit his number. As often as they talked, she’d added it to her favorites.

He answered on the second ring. “Are you okay? Did you forget to call?” Edgy concern frayed the words.

Barely able to contain her yawn, she sank back against the pillows. “No, I am calling. I just got home. I didn’t want to interrupt class.”

“They’re fine.” Irritation echoed under his words though. “Didn’t you go on shift at like eight yesterday morning?”

“Uh huh. Long day, longer night. But I have the next three days off and I plan to sleep and watch television and eat ice cream until I’m sick of it.” Another yawn punctuated the words. “But I promised I’d call. So I’m home. Safe and sound.”

“You’re killing me.” His tone softened. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Just really tired. Exhausted to my bones and planning to sleep for as long as I can—the shy and retiring one is zonked at the moment.” She dragged the covers up and turned off the light, snuggling down with the phone still at her ear. “How’s your day going?”

“Same shit, different day. Can you call me later after you’ve had some sleep?” The man had a delicious voice, even all tinny and distorted by the cell phone. She liked the way he sounded, how he caressed her with words, and while she didn’t want to admit it…turn her on from several thousand miles away. Their phone calls were her favorite part of the week. They alleviated her loneliness.