Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (217 page)

B
lood
spu
r
t
ed
out
of
the
c
u
t
.

A
t
the
s
ound
of
brea
k
i
n
g
g
l
a
s
s,
J
or
d
an
ran
in
t
o
the
bathroom
in
time
t
o
s
ee
blood
g
u
sh
f
rom
the
wound.
G
r
a
b
b
i
n
g a
t
owel,
she
applied
force
on
the
ga
p
i
n
g
c
u
t
.
“
W
e
need
t
o get
y
ou
t
o
the
clinic.
K
eep
the
pr
es
sure
up
wh
i
le
I
w
a
ke
up
H
u
t
t
o
n
.
”
W
h
e
n
N
ic
k
did
n
’
t
move
,
whe
n
h
e
j
u
s
t
ke
p
t
s
i
t
t
i
n
g there,
she
s
a
w
the
d
a
zed
look
on
h
i
s
face
and
realized
he might
be
g
o
i
n
g
in
t
o
shock
or
s
omethi
n
g
.
S
he
y
e
l
led,
“
N
o
w
,
N
ic
k
.
M
ov
e
.
”

P
elican
P
o
in
t
e
had
one
do
c
t
o
r
,
J
ack
P
r
e
s
co
t
t
.
I
n
h
i
s
mid-fif
t
i
e
s,
h
e
’
d
moved
t
o
the
area
af
t
er
spendi
n
g
t
wen
t
y
y
ea
r
s as
chief
r
e
s
ident
of
emergen
c
y
medi
c
ine
in
one
of
S
an
F
ran
cis
c
o
’
s
bu
s
i
e
st
E
R
s.
B
u
r
ned
ou
t
,
h
e
’
d
retired
on
t
en
a
c
r
e
s
of coas
t
al
ranch
l
and
t
o
r
ide
h
i
s
ho
r
s
e
s,
go
f
i
shi
n
g
when
the mood
st
r
uc
k
,
or
su
r
f
when
he
g
o
t
the
urg
e
.

T
h
a
t
ha
d
bee
n
s
i
x
y
ea
r
s
a
g
o
.
M
uc
h
t
o
h
i
s
f
r
u
st
r
a
t
ion,
as
s
oon
as
the
t
o
w
n
realized
they
had
a
bona
fide
fo
r
mer supe
r
s
t
ar
surgeon
in
their
mi
d
s
t
,
they
had
n
’t
let
h
i
s
retir
e
men
t
s
t
ic
k
.
R
es
iden
t
s
s
t
a
r
t
e
d
sho
w
i
n
g
u
p
a
t
h
i
s
ho
u
s
e
a
t
a
l
l hou
r
s
for
medical
ad
v
ice
or
treatment
for
e
ve
r
y
thi
n
g
f
rom common
s
t
omach
a
i
lmen
t
s
t
o
the
flu
t
o
broken
bon
e
s.
W
hen h
i
s
w
ife
g
rew
tired
of
people
comi
n
g
and
g
o
i
n
g
in
and
out
of their
ho
u
s
e
at
a
l
l
hou
r
s,
she
put
her
fo
o
t
do
w
n
and
de
c
ided
it
w
as
t
i
me
he
open
a
clinic
in
t
o
w
n
w
ith
re
g
u
l
ar
hou
r
s.

L
oca
t
ed
t
wo
bloc
k
s
off
M
ain,
in
an
old,
but
reno
v
a
t
ed
M
i
ss
ion-s
t
yle
hou
s
e,
the
clinic
cons
i
st
ed
of
s
i
x
rooms,
a
w
aiti
n
g
area
j
u
st
in
s
ide
the
doo
r
,
a
s
ma
l
l
k
i
t
chen
where
patients could
get
a
c
up
of
cof
f
ee
or
a
s
oft
d
r
in
k
,
a
bathroom,
and three
exam
rooms
f
il
le
d
w
it
h
dona
t
e
d
equipmen
t
.
I
f
y
ou
did
n
’t
w
ant
t
o
make
the
t
r
ip
in
t
o
S
an
t
a
C
r
uz
for
a
medical
v
i
s
i
t
, the
clinic
w
as
y
our
only
o
p
tion.

J
or
d
an
threw
open
the
f
ront
d
o
or
and
s
t
epped
in
t
o
the
c
rowded
w
ai
t
i
n
g
area
w
ith
H
ut
t
on
on
her
hip
fo
l
lowed
by
an ashen-faced
N
ick
holdi
n
g
a
blood-
s
oaked
t
owel
t
o
h
i
s
w
r
i
s
t
.
L
oo
k
i
n
g
around
the
room,
there
were
at
least
four
patien
t
s ahead
of
the
m
.
B
ut
J
or
d
an
w
a
s
n
’t
in
the
mood
t
o
w
ait
or of
f
er
nice
t
i
e
s.
S
he
p
u
shed
N
ick
in
t
o
the
near
e
st
em
pt
y
chair and
s
t
o
r
med
up
t
o
the
rece
p
tion
i
st
’
s
d
e
s
k
.
“
W
e
need
t
o
s
ee the
do
c
t
o
r
.
N
o
w
.
”