A Doctor's Reunion, page 15
“Look at you. Good going, sis.”
“Yeah, I’m a rock star.” Her deadpan voice indicated just the opposite, but he ignored her tone. Heidi had faced some tough challenges over the past four weeks, recovering from her heart and lung surgery and getting her strength back while dealing with a fractured leg and several rib fractures. Her head injury had proved minor, likely thanks to the airbag and the fact that she was wearing her seat belt. The best thing about being in the hospital for this long were the daily visits from the trauma psychiatrist.
“It’s your ticket to getting home, remember?” Kristin was walking alongside her. “That’s your goal, right?”
“Right.” Heidi gritted her teeth and took another step. “Anything to get away from this torture.”
It had taken Holt a few weeks to realize that Heidi’s somewhat fatalistic attitude would never change. It was something she’d inherited from their mother, and while he wanted to support his sister, he also needed to hold her responsible for her actions.
“Another ten feet and we can turn around and go back to your room,” Kristin said.
Heidi didn’t protest, probably because she knew it would be useless. It was difficult to watch her struggle, but he was also glad to see her up and moving.
“Where are you guys going for dinner?” Heidi paused at the halfway point and painstakingly turned around for the return trip to her room.
“Fosters, it’s that new steak place.” He glanced at Kristin, wondering if she suspected this was a special occasion.
“Ooh, expensive,” Heidi said.
Kristin’s eyes widened with alarm. “Nothing fancy,” he assured her. “Don’t worry.” He shot Heidi a look that told her to shut up.
When Heidi finally made it back to her room, she eased into the chair with a sigh. He took her crutches and set them nearby. “Pretty sad that I’m worn out after a measly walk up and down the hallway.”
“Focus on the positive, you’ve come a long way,” Kristin said.
Heidi nodded. “I’m trying.”
“We’d better get going, our reservation is for seven.”
“Have fun.” Heidi forced a smile
“We will.” He stepped to the side, allowing Kristin to go first.
“Kristin?” Heidi’s voice stopped her.
“Yes?” Kristin glanced at his sister. “Do you need something?”
“No, but um, thank you for being here over these past few weeks. I shouldn’t have been so mean to you in high school.”
He felt Kristin stiffen, but she merely nodded. “It’s okay, that’s all in the past.”
Heidi didn’t respond for a minute, then added, “It was stupid of me to consider myself better than everyone else. Look at how you turned out to be smarter and more successful than I’ll ever be.”
Kristin smiled and went over to give Heidi a hug. “Stop comparing yourself to others and you’ll find you’re just as smart and successful in your own way. Everyone has their own path, you just need to find yours.”
“You think so?” His sister’s eyes were full of hope.
“Absolutely. Take care, Heidi. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Holt put his arm around her shoulders as they walked out of the hospital to his truck. “You’re one amazing lady, Kristin.”
“And you’re lucky to have me,” she teased, playfully elbowing him in the side.
“True.” He patted the ring again before sliding into the driver’s seat.
The restaurant was everything he’d hoped for, nice and quiet with lit candles in the center of the table. After they ordered soft drinks and appetizers, he decided it was now or never.
He got out of his chair and then knelt at her side. She looked puzzled, until she caught a glimpse of the ring.
“Kristin, will you please marry me?”
“Oh, Holt.” Her eyes misted, but her face radiated with joy. “Yes, of course I’ll marry you.”
“I love you.” He slipped the ring onto the fourth finger of her left hand, then drew her to her feet to kiss her.
The patrons around them burst into applause, making her blush.
“You’re embarrassing me.”
“Being engaged to me is embarrassing?” His teasing tone lightened the mood. But as they took their seats, his expression turned serious. “I’ll never cheat on you, Kristin.”
“I know. And I’ll never cheat on you either.”
He glanced down at their entwined hands and knew she’d be the best partner and wife he could ever ask for.
And silently vowed to be the same for her.
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A Doctor’s Christmas
Pilot Megan Hoffman entered the Lifeline debriefing room sweeping her gaze over the staff already seated at the table. Reese Jarvis was the off-going pilot and Ivan Ames, one of their paramedics was seated beside Dr. Matthew Abbott, one of the emergency medicine residents. Flight nurse Kate Webber was also there, but there was a doctor missing from what she could tell.
Megan tried not to gag at the strong scent of coffee. She took a tentative sip of her chamomile tea she’d brought in from home as she took a seat beside Reese, praying her stomach wouldn’t rebel.
“Clear day, no threat of snow.” Reese Jarvis waved at the radar screen. “Just two weeks before Christmas and we still don’t have any snow. So much for having a white Christmas.”
Megan forced a smile. “Yeah, interesting that our first blizzard was the end of October. We’ve had a weird weather pattern that’s for sure. But I’m glad we have good flying conditions for the day.”
Reese tipped his head to the side and frowned. “Are you feeling okay?”
Panic tightened her throat. “Yes, why?”
Reese shrugged. “I don’t know, you look pale and tired. Maybe you need more sleep.”
“I’m fine.” She tried to hide the churning in her stomach. Please don’t throw up. Please?
“Good morning.” Dr. Drake Thorton entered the debriefing room wearing his navy-blue one-piece flight suit that matched the ones they all wore, along with his usual serious, somber expression. He was handsome in a dark brooding way, if you were into that kind of thing. Thankfully, she wasn’t. Of all the residents working this three-month rotation, Megan wasn’t sure she’d ever seen Drake Thorton smile. He had issues, but didn’t everyone? Frankly, she had enough problems of her own than to worry about his. “Who looks pale and tired?”
“No one.” The last thing Megan wanted was for more attention to be focused in her direction. She glanced at Ivan, the paramedic coming off duty. “How’s your daughter?”
“Great. Bethany is behaving much better now that we have Eddie the Elf watching her from the shelf.” Ivan grinned. “Thank goodness for Christmas traditions.”
Drake stiffened for a moment, then turned toward Matthew the physician who’d been on the night shift working with Ivan. “Anything major happen last night?”
“Nah.” Matt yawned widely and shrugged. “Overall quiet. Just a couple of transfers and the usual trauma calls. No significant events en route.”
“Good.” Drake gave curt nod. “Let’s hope that trend continues for the rest of the day.”
“Agree.” Megan swallowed hard, willing her stomach to settle down. She had a couple of cheese slices and saltine crackers in her bag but didn’t want to eat them in front of the crew.
“Any pending transfers?” Kate asked.
“Nothing.” Ivan shrugged. “Could be the calm before the storm, though. The word from the CDC is that this year’s flu is going to be a bad one.”
Megan took another sip of her tea. Before she’d come to work at Lifeline as a chopper pilot she hadn’t believed the flu could actually kill people. But now she’d seen the impact first-hand, mostly the very young or the elderly, but even recently a twenty-four-year-old woman who hovered at deaths door for days, before the medical team was able to pull her through.
The flu wasn’t to be taken lightly, that’s for sure.
A few minutes later, Ivan and Matt headed home. Kate disappeared into the staff lounge but Dr. Drake Thorton didn’t move.
There was a long moment of silence. When she couldn’t stand it, she asked, “Something wrong Dr. Thorton?”
“Huh?” He jerked his head up to meet her gaze, as if he’d been deeply lost in his thoughts. “Nothing’s wrong. Other than you should call me Drake the way everyone else does.”
“I’ll try to remember.” She’d been careful not to be too friendly with the residents, mostly because they rotated in and out of Lifeline every three to four months. What was the point of getting chummy when she wasn’t going to see them again?
Besides, she didn’t have the time or energy to foster new relationships. Her stomach rolled again and she swallowed hard. “Excuse me.” She rose from her seat and took her backpack into the small pilot’s room adjacent to the lounge. Dropping down onto the cot, she opened the baggie of cheese and crackers and took a few small bites to help settle her queasy stomach.
She stared blindly at the wall for a moment, waiting for the cheese and crackers to do their magic. Unfortunately, her current condition wasn’t the result of the flu. She closed her eyes and hung her head, struggling to remain calm.
Air Force Captain Calvin George had broken off their engagement, dumping her for another woman. Yet here she was in Milwaukee, flying the Lifeline chopper and pregnant with his child while he was serving their country overseas in Afghanistan with the new woman in his life, First Lieutenant Emily Forbes.
She’d sent him an email telling him about the baby, but hadn’t heard back. No doubt, he was either unable to get to a computer or he was planning to ignore the whole thing.
Fine. Whatever. She was a big girl and should have known better. They’d been engaged for just a few months, when Cal had returned home on a leave. It was only after they’d spent the week together, that he’d told her that he’d found someone else. The jerk didn’t even have the guts to tell her up front. The knowledge that she’d spent an intimate week with him still burned.
Which is how she ended up like this. Pregnant. Single. Alone.
Responsibility weighed heavily on her shoulders. She absolutely needed to provide for her baby, but how long would she be allowed to fly? Certainly not past six or seven months along, that was for sure.
Did they make pregnancy flight suits? Doubtful.
Panic threatened to overwhelm her, but she shoved it aside, refusing to give in to the feeling of hopelessness. So what if she was in the journey of motherhood alone? She had some money saved from her own time in the Air Force. It would be tight, depending on how long she’d be allowed to work in her current condition, but she and the baby would survive.
And thrive, she silently promised. No one would love this child more than she would.
Certainly not Captain Calvin George.
The main problem at the moment was that she still hadn’t been in to see her OB. The appointment wasn’t until after Christmas, and she’d been hoping to wait until talking to her doctor about what her recommendation might be related to her ability to fly, before telling Jared O’Connor, the medical director of Lifeline about her condition.
As lousy as she was feeling, she feared her secret wouldn’t be kept for long. Even Reese had picked up on how she looked pale and tired.
Apparently, that’s what happened when you spent more time throwing up than eating. And when steep exhaustion was your constant companion.
The cheese and crackers helped settle her stomach, which was a good thing, because her pager went off. Glancing at the screen, she noticed there was a call for an ICU to ICU transfer from a Racine hospital just twenty minutes away by air.
She brushed cracker crumbs from her flight suit and hurried out to where the chopper was located within the hangar. They kept it indoors during the winter months to minimize the threat of ice forming on the blades. Crouching down, she pulled the trolley holding the chopper in place, until the bird was sitting out on the open landing pad.
Despite the sense of urgency radiated from Dr. Thorton and Kate, Megan took the time to go through the entire pre-flight checklist. Reese was a great pilot, one of her favorites here at Lifeline, but it had been drilled in her to always go through again on your own. Better than depending on others when your safety and that of the entire crew was on the line.
Guilt stabbed deep. This was something she probably should have done before eating cheese and crackers.
She pulled on her helmet. “We’re ready to go,” she said, glancing at Dr. Thorton and Kate.
“Sounds good.” Drake opened the chopper door for Kate, while she jumped into the pilot’s seat. After settling in behind the stick, she connected with the paramedic base. “Base, this is Lifeline. Appears the FAA has cleared our route. We are ready to take off, over.”
“Ten-four Lifeline.”
Megan revved the chopper’s engine and did another quick check of her instrument panel before lifting the bird off the landing pad. She banked to the left, heading toward the Racine hospital where a critical care doctor was patiently waiting for them to arrive.
The motion of the chopper caused her stomach to dip and roll. She swallowed hard and did her best to ignore the urge to throw-up.
No way was she going to let down the Lifeline crew. Or the patient depending on them to transport them to Trinity Medical Center.
Her stomach would just have to get over it.
*
Drake couldn’t help being drawn to Megan’s sweet husky voice through the intercom in his helmet. He’d been intrigued by the melodic tone the first time he’d flown with her and was irritated that he’d noticed.
His wife, Serena and their unborn baby boy Lance, were dead. Gone forever. Barely a year ago, a couple of days before Christmas. He wasn’t interested in Megan, or anyone for that matter.
He preferred being alone.
So this weird awareness of the pretty blond pilot with the clear gray eyes needed to stop right now.
“Are you going to ask for an update on our patient’s condition?” Kate’s question pulled him from his thoughts.
“Yes.” He cued the mic and asked the paramedic base to put him in touch with the provider at Racine. It took a moment for the doctor to come on the line. “This is Drake Thorton from Lifeline, I’m interested to hear how Betsy Jones, our thirty-nine-year-old septic patient is doing.”
“Hanging in there, but the flu has done a number on her kidneys. She has Addison’s Disease and was severely dehydrated when she arrived and is now in full blown kidney failure. We’ve been giving fluids necessary for combating her sepsis, but her urinary output isn’t good. She may need continuous venous-venous filtration.”
He knew that CVVH was used in cases where a patient wasn’t stable enough to tolerate regular dialysis. It was a treatment that was only performed in an ICU setting because of the need to monitor the patient very closely. “Okay, thanks. If anything changes please let me know.” Drake disconnected from the call.
“I’m sure she’ll be fine.” Kate was the most cheerful woman he’d ever known and he privately found her exhausting. Not that he begrudged her upbeat nature, but as he approached the anniversary of his wife and son’s death, he could hardly stand her never-ending holiday spirit.
Yeah, just call him the Grinch. That’s exactly how he felt about Christmas. It was one of the reasons he’d offered to work twelve-hour shifts on both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Anything to help keep him busy.
Hopefully Kate would be spending time with her husband, rather than working. As far as he was concerned, all the happily married and recently engaged staff could be off the holiday. He’d rather not hear about wedding plans, upcoming pregnancy news, etc.
He’d had all that once.
But not anymore.
He stared out the window, watching the skies for the possibility of bird strikes. He’d been taught it was one a potential threat to bringing down a chopper. Although he didn’t think Lifeline had ever experienced such a phenomenon. Or if they had, he hadn’t heard about it.
“ETA ten minutes.” Megan’s sweet voice filtered into his thoughts.
“Roger that.” He glanced at Kate who was watching him thoughtfully. He’d heard through the rumor mill that she’d charmed her husband by being relentlessly cheerful and upbeat, and hoped she didn’t think he needed the same sort of treatment.
“Cheer up, Drake. Where there is life, there is hope.”
He wanted to groan, but lifted a brow instead. “Thanks for the advice, although I don’t know why you think I need to cheer up. I’m fine.”
Kate’s smile held a note of sadness. “You can’t fool a pro like me.”
He decided to let it go. “Megan, do you have an update on the timeframe of our arrival?”
