Page 506 of Chaos has a Name
To Timothy.
‘Granddad, help us. We’re struggling here. We need your help.’
When he caught up to his wife, he kept his voice low.
“Do you need to tap out? I can…”
She just laughed.
“One more thing, and I’m going to put myself in a time out.IN WASHINGTON D.C!”
Oh, boy.
He really hoped, and prayed, that there wasn’t one more thing.
As they reached the clinic, she opened the doors, and headed in. There were no people there except for a receptionist.
The woman stood up.
“Mrs. Blackhawk,” she said, smiling at her.
And it didn’t even bother Elizabeth because this place was a walking nightmare for her. Why not be called by her married name when she was wearing a gun and badge.
“Yeah, that’s me. I need to see Doctor Sitsi Dreamchaser, and his nurse, Chata.”
The woman looked nervous.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Blackhawk. They aren’t here. We have clinic hours for the doctor in the morning, but the afternoons we just have basic triage in its place.”
And there it was.
Her thirteenth reason to lose her mind.
She needed to regroup to think this through. She had to be missing something.
The last thing she wanted was a chase on the reservation with two Natives.
Who liked arrows.
“True or false? Do you guys use Halothane here with the patients?” she asked.
She nodded.
Okay.
At least that was a fact.
“Can you give me an inventory list on how much you have in stock and how much was ordered versus used?” she asked.
“Sure, Ma’am.”
The Native woman sat down, and she used the computer to pull up that information.
It looked as if they were going to be heading to the Dreamweaver home to track them down. She had to interview them, and now, she was chasing Natives across the reservation.
That was just what she didn’t want to do.
Yeah, that annoyed her.
