Page 7 of Sparking Sara

I close my eyes briefly and nod.

“She’s not at Med. They had to transfer her to the level one trauma center in Midtown.”

“So, she’s alive.”

“Barely.”

“Do you think they would let me see her?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“But HIPAA.”

“You rescued her, Denver. They’ll let you see her.”

I push the tray of drinks away from me and throw some money on the table.

“Now?” He looks at me, surprised.

“I—I have to.”

He puts a hand on my arm before I walk away. “She’s not them.”

“I know. I still have to.”

Chapter Three

I shove a stick of gum in my mouth to cover up the smell of alcohol on my breath as I walk through the emergency bay doors. I purposefully kept my FDNY shirt on so I would look more official. I walk up to the admit station.

“Hi, I’m here to check on a patient.”

The nurse looks up from her computer. “Are you family?”

I shake my head. “No. I’m one of the firefighters who rescued her.”

She eyes my t-shirt, obviously contemplating her next move. Then her eyes move to my arms and up to my face. She’s appraising me. Not like a nurse. More like a woman looking at a picture from a dating website. “Name?” she asks.

“Denver Andrews.”

She types on her keyboard. Then she bats her eyelashes at me. “There isn’t anyone here by that name.”

I roll my eyes at my stupidity. “Sorry, it’s Sara Francis.Myname is Denver Andrews.”

“Well, Denver Andrews, I’m Nora Goodwin. Let’s have a look, shall we?” She keeps glancing at me as she tries to locate Sara in the system. “She’s been moved to the ICU. Let me see if I can get someone out here. Give me a second.”

She gets up from her desk and walks away, looking over her shoulder at me to see if I’m watching her leave. I am. But not for the reasons she might think. Getting into someone’s pants right now is the last thing on my mind.

A minute later, Nora returns with a doctor in tow. He offers me his hand. “Dr. Kyle Stone,” he says. “I was here when Ms. Francis was brought over from Med.”

I shake his hand. “Denver Andrews. Nice to meet you.”

“This way,” he says, inviting me into the back hallway.

“Catch you later, Denver Andrews,” Nora says as we turn the corner.

Dr. Stone studies me. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?”

I take a moment to give him a good look. He does look familiar. “Uh, I’m not sure.”

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