Page 8 of My Salvation
I get up, turn on the light, and lay back down. Sleep is far away as I think about Collin’s birthday and the day after, when he died. If I had made different choices, would he still be dead? Would he have changed? I don’t know.
CHAPTER 5
KATE
TGIF. We have a full roster of patients lined up for today, but it’s Friday, and I can always sleep and relax for the next two days.
Picking up the next patient’s file, I walk into my office to look it over before his appointment and find a stranger sitting at my new desk. A very handsome stranger, with a sexy smile and beautiful green eyes framed with black glasses, but still a stranger.
“Can I help you?” I ask.
He looks up, and I notice his eyes are very similar to the medium green color of my own. Frowning at me, he is silent for a few seconds. Uneasy, I slide back towards the door to call for Sarah or Paula when his words halt me.
“How did you get into this computer?” he demands.
“Excuse me? I’m not sure that is any of your business, Mr....?” I inject, trying again to discover his name. Failing to get an answer, I politely introduce myself. “My name is Dr. Michaels, and you are?”
Removing his glasses, he runs a hand across his face, then gives me a hard analytical stare, like he is trying to figure out the best method to interrogate me. Now I’m getting nervous. I feel like he’s going to march me into the next room and torture me for information.
Waterboarding is illegal, right? Who is he?
I think it’s time to get reinforcements. I’m moving back towards the door when Sarah walks into the room.
“Have you seen Mr. Henry’s chart...oh, hello, Lowell. How are you today?” she asks, eyes moving from me to him.
Lowell looks at Sarah, and his eyes warm up a tiny bit. “I’m fine, thank you. Do you know who has access to this computer?” he questions her.
“Dr. Bradford and I,” she responds. “Why?”
“Have you accessed it recently?”
“Yes,” she answers, now crossing her arms with irritation. “I ordered supplies yesterday after Dr. Michaels noticed we were getting low on a few key items.”
He looks down and jots down a note on the pad beside the laptop. Tension eases from his shoulders. And yet he is still staring at me, as if he is trying to drill down to my soul. I cross my arms to ward him off. Looking at Sarah, I raise my eyebrows. She shrugs her shoulders.
“Excuse me, Lowell, is it?” I huff, my patience deserting me. “Would you mind leaving the room so Sarah and I can discuss our next patient?”
