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//-->Healing Her HeartA Short StorybyLaura ScottHealing Her HeartBook 1 in the Crystal Lake SeriesePub EditionISBN: 978-0-9894139-2-3Copyright © 2013 by Laura Iding writing as Laura ScottCover art by The Killion Group, Inc.Digital Formatting by Author E.M.S.By payment of the required fees, you have been granted a non-exclusive and non-transferable rightto access and read the text of this eBook. No part of this eBook may be reproduced, transmitted,downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any informationstorage and retrieval system in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now orhereinafter invented without the express written permission of the copyright owner.Please NoteThis is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of theauthor’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons living ordead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.The reverse engineering, uploading, and/or distributing of this eBook via the internet or via anyother means without the permission of the copyright owner is illegal and punishable by law. Pleasepurchase only authorized electronic editions, and do not participate in or encourage electronicpiracy of copyrighted materials. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated.All rights reserved under International and Pan-American copyright conventions.Thank YouChapter One“Larissa, I put a new patient in room four for you,” Merry Haines, theHope County Hospital ER charge nurse, called out.“Okay.” Larissa Brockman finished documenting on her recentdischarge and then pushed away from the computer. The hour was wellpast midnight, but the ER remained incredibly busy on this Memorial DayFriday night. Or rather, Saturday morning.She crossed over to room four but then stopped abruptly in the doorwayas she saw the familiar face of her patient. Annie Hinkle, a fifty-year-oldwoman looking a decade older than she should, was seated on the gurneycradling her right arm against her chest.No. Not again. The tiny hairs lifted on the back of her neck in alarm.This was the second time Annie had been here over the past month. Thelast time was for a black eye that she swore was not caused by herhusband, Kurt’s, fist.What would be her story this time? Larissa took a deep breath and let itout slowly before entering the room. “Hello, Annie.”“Hi.” Annie’s gaze barely met hers before skittering away.“What did you do to your arm?” Larissa asked, keeping her voice gentleas she approached. She had the distinct impression the woman was on theedge and wouldn’t hesitate to flee if cornered.“I fell off the front porch—you know how klutzy I am.” Annie refusedto meet her gaze but kept staring down at her arm as if the injury mightheal itself if she concentrated hard enough.“I don’t think you’re klutzy at all,” Larissa murmured. “Show me whereit hurts.”“Right here,” Annie said, removing her left hand to reveal a darklymottled bruise encircling her wrist. Larissa felt a little sick looking at theinjury, knowing there was no possible way this had happened from a fall.She could clearly envision a man’s large hand squeezing hard enough tocause this. She’d be surprised if there weren’t a few broken bones hiddenbeneath the horribly discolored skin.“Okay, I’m going to get you a cold pack for that, and I’m sure thedoctor will want X-rays, too.” She kept her voice calm with an effort. “Doyou need something for pain?”Annie lifted her shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. “Maybe a pain pillwould help.”Larissa nodded, thinking the poor woman needed far more than a painpill. She batted a wave of helplessness aside. “Are you hurt anywhereelse?” she asked. “Maybe you hit your head? Or your ribs?”“No, just my wrist.”“All right, I’m going to check in with Dr. Allen, and then I’ll be rightback.”“Sure.” Annie’s gaze jerked away, causing Larissa’s stomach to knotpainfully.She recognized the signs and symptoms of abuse. Only too well. Darkmemories from the past threatened to overwhelm her, and she fought themback with an effort. Struggling to keep her emotions under control, shegrabbed an ice pack from the supply rack and then went searching for Dr.Gabe Allen, the physician in charge of the patients on her team.He was on the phone talking to the inpatient hospitalist about a patienthe wanted admitted. She hovered nearby, waiting until he finished his call.He hung up the phone and flashed a warm smile. “Hi, Larissa, what’s up?”His smile was far too attractive, an effect she’d been fighting formonths now. So far, she thought she was hiding her feelings pretty well. “Ineed you to examine my patient in room four,” she said in a soft tone in avoice. “I’m convinced she’s being physically abused.”Gabe’s smile faded. “Are you sure?”She’d only been a nurse here at the Hope County Hospital for sixmonths, but she’d thought she’d proved her competence by now. Shescowled. “Trust me, I’m sure.”Gabe gave a terse nod. “All right, let me finish up this inpatientadmission, and I’ll be right over.”“Thanks.” She hurried back over to Annie’s bedside, squeezing thedisposable ice pack between her hands to activate the chemical reaction [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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//-->Healing Her HeartA Short StorybyLaura ScottHealing Her HeartBook 1 in the Crystal Lake SeriesePub EditionISBN: 978-0-9894139-2-3Copyright © 2013 by Laura Iding writing as Laura ScottCover art by The Killion Group, Inc.Digital Formatting by Author E.M.S.By payment of the required fees, you have been granted a non-exclusive and non-transferable rightto access and read the text of this eBook. No part of this eBook may be reproduced, transmitted,downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any informationstorage and retrieval system in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now orhereinafter invented without the express written permission of the copyright owner.Please NoteThis is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of theauthor’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons living ordead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.The reverse engineering, uploading, and/or distributing of this eBook via the internet or via anyother means without the permission of the copyright owner is illegal and punishable by law. Pleasepurchase only authorized electronic editions, and do not participate in or encourage electronicpiracy of copyrighted materials. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated.All rights reserved under International and Pan-American copyright conventions.Thank YouChapter One“Larissa, I put a new patient in room four for you,” Merry Haines, theHope County Hospital ER charge nurse, called out.“Okay.” Larissa Brockman finished documenting on her recentdischarge and then pushed away from the computer. The hour was wellpast midnight, but the ER remained incredibly busy on this Memorial DayFriday night. Or rather, Saturday morning.She crossed over to room four but then stopped abruptly in the doorwayas she saw the familiar face of her patient. Annie Hinkle, a fifty-year-oldwoman looking a decade older than she should, was seated on the gurneycradling her right arm against her chest.No. Not again. The tiny hairs lifted on the back of her neck in alarm.This was the second time Annie had been here over the past month. Thelast time was for a black eye that she swore was not caused by herhusband, Kurt’s, fist.What would be her story this time? Larissa took a deep breath and let itout slowly before entering the room. “Hello, Annie.”“Hi.” Annie’s gaze barely met hers before skittering away.“What did you do to your arm?” Larissa asked, keeping her voice gentleas she approached. She had the distinct impression the woman was on theedge and wouldn’t hesitate to flee if cornered.“I fell off the front porch—you know how klutzy I am.” Annie refusedto meet her gaze but kept staring down at her arm as if the injury mightheal itself if she concentrated hard enough.“I don’t think you’re klutzy at all,” Larissa murmured. “Show me whereit hurts.”“Right here,” Annie said, removing her left hand to reveal a darklymottled bruise encircling her wrist. Larissa felt a little sick looking at theinjury, knowing there was no possible way this had happened from a fall.She could clearly envision a man’s large hand squeezing hard enough tocause this. She’d be surprised if there weren’t a few broken bones hiddenbeneath the horribly discolored skin.“Okay, I’m going to get you a cold pack for that, and I’m sure thedoctor will want X-rays, too.” She kept her voice calm with an effort. “Doyou need something for pain?”Annie lifted her shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. “Maybe a pain pillwould help.”Larissa nodded, thinking the poor woman needed far more than a painpill. She batted a wave of helplessness aside. “Are you hurt anywhereelse?” she asked. “Maybe you hit your head? Or your ribs?”“No, just my wrist.”“All right, I’m going to check in with Dr. Allen, and then I’ll be rightback.”“Sure.” Annie’s gaze jerked away, causing Larissa’s stomach to knotpainfully.She recognized the signs and symptoms of abuse. Only too well. Darkmemories from the past threatened to overwhelm her, and she fought themback with an effort. Struggling to keep her emotions under control, shegrabbed an ice pack from the supply rack and then went searching for Dr.Gabe Allen, the physician in charge of the patients on her team.He was on the phone talking to the inpatient hospitalist about a patienthe wanted admitted. She hovered nearby, waiting until he finished his call.He hung up the phone and flashed a warm smile. “Hi, Larissa, what’s up?”His smile was far too attractive, an effect she’d been fighting formonths now. So far, she thought she was hiding her feelings pretty well. “Ineed you to examine my patient in room four,” she said in a soft tone in avoice. “I’m convinced she’s being physically abused.”Gabe’s smile faded. “Are you sure?”She’d only been a nurse here at the Hope County Hospital for sixmonths, but she’d thought she’d proved her competence by now. Shescowled. “Trust me, I’m sure.”Gabe gave a terse nod. “All right, let me finish up this inpatientadmission, and I’ll be right over.”“Thanks.” She hurried back over to Annie’s bedside, squeezing thedisposable ice pack between her hands to activate the chemical reaction [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]