Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“Hey,” Mia called. “Isn’t that Booth?”
I looked over and smiled at my man.
“Yep,” I agreed, watching him come out of the back of the ambulance. “And he’s covered in blood.”
He was currently straddling the man…or woman…on the gurney. Blood was all over his arms, all the way up to his elbows.
“What the hell happened?” Mia asked.
I didn’t know.
“I’ll have to ask him when he gets back out,” I frowned, walking around the side of the room and checking on the other patients in the clinic before I went to Freya, the girl that was running things for today. “Hey, I’m going to take my fifteen-minute break okay?”
Freya looked up and nodded.
She was a pretty little thing, and fresh out of nursing school with a fire lit under her ass.
She was all for helping and throwing together anything that anyone needed.
She was also a pushover.
People would walk all over her, and she’d never said a word.
I, of course, tried valiantly not to do that. It wouldn’t do to treat her the way others did.
“Oh,” Freya smiled. “I’ll come with you. I have to run and get a box of Band-Aids anyway.”
I nodded and left the front door with her at my heels.
“My man got off the ambulance with blood up to his elbows. I just wanted to see what happened,” I informed her as we walked.
She looked at me, startled.
“What?” Her mouth dropped open. “Why are you not running over there?”
I giggled.
“He’s a firefighter,” I explained. “He wasn’t actually on the ambulance for himself.”
“Ohh,” she nodded in understanding, sounding relieved. “That’s good.”
I snorted and she raised a shoulder in a silent shrug.
“So how are you liking the ER?” I asked.
She sighed. “It was okay. At first. Now I think I’m going to look for a different job.”
I blinked as I pursed my lips. “Why?”
“Freakin’ people are blaming shit on me that’s not my fault. I got in trouble for not doing something that was never asked of me to do for a patient that wasn’t mine!”
I gritted my teeth.
“Did you tell the charge nurse?” I asked.
She shook her head. “No. Not yet.”
In other words, she wasn’t going to. Ever.
“You need to learn to speak up for yourself, Freya,” I noted. “You’ll have a lot of trouble in the ER if you’re not careful. They’re a bunch of bitches, other than a few. Have you met Lennox?” I asked.
Lennox was married to Bennett Alvarez, a man on the SWAT team.
They were a great couple, and I liked them a lot.
Lennox was the sweetest person I’d ever met.
She nodded. “She’s sweet. I like her. But I don’t work with her often. She’s cut back her hours quite a bit now that she’s pregnant.”
“Hmm,” I hummed. “She has a good friend who, I can’t remember her name right now, is a nurse there. She’s nice, too.”
I came to a halt just outside the side doors that would lead into the emergency room, and watched, wide eyed, as Booth came out of the doors with a scowl on his face.
He was still covered in blood, except for his hands which had been kept clean due to the gloves he’d been wearing.
“Whoa, big guy. What’s got your panties in a bunch?” I asked worriedly.
PD came up beside Booth and slapped him on his back.
“He had to shove his hand up inside a woman’s vagina to help deliver a baby,” PD said when Booth didn’t say anything. He was glaring at me like it was my fault he’d had to do that.
“Wow,” I said. “Was the baby okay?”
“Yes,” PD grinned. “The mother didn’t make it, though.”
My heart sank, and I walked up to Booth and pressed a kiss to his head.
“I love you,” I whispered.
Booth moved his hands out to his sides so he didn’t accidentally touch me, and I smiled at the action.
“I love you, too,” he replied grudgingly.
I grinned at him, but questions about the call whirled in my mind.
However, I held them in check as I turned to survey the carnage in the back of the ambulance.
“Wow,” I whispered.
Booth pressed a kiss to the back of my head and walked around the side of the ambulance.
“You’ll have to call in and tell them we’re going to need a few to clean this shit up,” Booth called to PD, glancing pointedly at his blood caked wrists and arms, indicating he couldn’t call himself.
PD nodded, but his eyes stayed on Freya as he called in.
“Freya,” I said once PD was done talking. “This is PD. PD, this is Freya.”
PD smiled wide at Freya, and Freya did what Freya does best.
She ran.
“Gotta go, Masen. Thank you for walking with me,” she hurried past the two big men and hurried into the ER entrance.
PD and Booth watched her go, PD longer than Booth.
“She was…nice,” PD observed.
I snorted.
“She’s shy,” I explained.