The security guard held them off as I went to go wash my hands. I entered the OR and Fiona helped me put on my disposable surgical scrubs and mask. The patient was already vented and breathing normally. A crowd of nurses were running around with their heads cut off. One nurse was poking his arm with an IV to give him a transfusion. He would need more than one tonight if he was going to survive.
First order of business was to cut off his clothing to see how much damage there was. His leather cut slid off but I needed scissors to cut away at his bloodied wife-beater.
Oh my. His skin was covered in tattoos. A huge black widow spider dominated his chest. I lost my breath for a moment as I stared at his perfectly formed pecs. This man must work out.
“Doctor, we need to flip him over,” a nurse said, snapping me back to reality.
I nodded and helped flip him over. Two stab wounds lay at the bottom of his back—right above his nice ass cheeks...Holy shit, Grace! Get a hold of yourself. It's just a man. You've seen a million of them before. Nothing special about this one.
There was so much blood that I couldn't see the extent of the damage. “Nurse, I need some suction.”
Fiona came to my side and used what she called “The Little Sucker” to suck up some of the blood. I got a clearer view of inside and realized that nothing major was damaged. He was going to be fine.
With the blood transfusions, his vitals were returning to normal. I stitched up his wounds gently, not wanting to add to the enormous amount of scars that already decorated his back. This man had been through a lot. I looked over and saw the leather cut that resembled the ones I saw outside. They were apart of a motorcycle club. In other words, an outlaw. No wonder he had so many scars.
I finished stitching his wounds and the nurse dabbed the sweat from my brow. “We're all done here,” I announced.
A man with blond hair burst into the OR wearing the same leather cut as the patient. “Sir, you can't be in here,” I calmly said. We always get a family member or friend who don't follow the rules.
“How's Tanner? Is he going to be all right?”
I led him back outside. “Tanner is going to be fine. He lost a lot of blood but they were merely flesh wounds.” The man smiled and I noticed a Vice President patch on his left breast. These men think they ruled the world. “We'll be moving him to a private room shortly. Please go back to waiting room.”
“Thanks, Doc,” he replied.
I tore my scrubs off and threw them in the medical waste trashcan. I only had ten more minutes of my shift left. Just enough time for a cat nap to keep energized for the drive home. I went back to the empty room to find Dr. Green sitting on the bed.
“You know we could sleep here together,” he said, rubbing the spot next to him.
My face contorted out of disgust. Just the thought of his hands on me made me want to vomit. I closed the door and walked down the hallway but Green chased after me.
“Come on, Grace. One date. I promise you won't regret it.” His hand slipped down my back and grabbed my ass.
My open palm cut through the air and slapped him across the cheek. “Touch me one more time Doctor and I'll file a complaint.”
Green felt his hurt cheek. “I love a strong woman. You'll come around.”
I walked away, my hand still stinging from the slap. A smile appeared across my face. I was proud of myself for finally sticking up for myself. Green would think twice before trying that again.
“Everything okay?” Fiona asked me.
“I'm fine. Just dealing with Doctor Green.”
Fiona cringed. “Now that's one mistake I wish I could take back.” We both laughed. “Keep up the defense and he'll soon get discouraged.”
“I hope,” I replied. I looked at my watch and realized my shift was finally over. All the stress in my shoulders finally released. “I'm done for the night. I'm going home now. Thanks for all the great work, Fiona.”
“Drive safe, will ya? I don't want you falling asleep on the road.”
I nodded. I was tired but not that tired.
Chapter Three
Tanner
A rhythmic beeping slowly awoke me from rest. My eyes peeled open to see the most beautiful chick I'd ever seen. Her short blonde hair glowed brightly and her blue eyes were as deep as the ocean. I could get lost in those for hours. She was dressed in a white lab coat which confused me. I didn't remember sleeping with a scientist last night. I looked around and realized I was laying in the middle of a hospital room.
The blinds were closed, only letting in a sliver of sunlight. The beeping noise I heard earlier was coming from the monitor next to me. The room had that classic sterile smell that haunted every hospital. A tube ran from my arm to a IV pouch hanging on a coat rack. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. The doctor noticed me move and quickly brought out a pen flashlight.