Page 2 of Her Warrior Dragon
“After I wake from my work-induced coma, I may go out with my friend, Jenna, this weekend. She’s wanted to go to this bar she heard about. You and Nina have any plans?”
“I have no clue what she’s planning, but me? My focus will be on the playoffs this weekend.” He laughed.
Faye rolled her eyes at her coworker. She knew that Mike’s wife would be dragging him out to wherever she wanted to go this weekend.
They made their way back to the emergency department and found everything calm. She enjoyed working with this team. Everyone was professional and worked together well.
“Hey, Faye!” her charge nurse, Tim, called out from the nurses’ station. “You’re up for the next trauma.”
“Sure thing, boss.” She walked over to the nurses’ station and leaned against the counter. “Just let all emergency calls know that they can only come after I grab a bite to eat and get my coffee,” she joked. She batted away the balled-up paper Tim tossed at her.
“Okay. I’ll let all the squads know that Faye needs a diversion until after her break,” Tim said and stood.
“I knew you were my favorite charge nurse,” she said in a singsong voice. She turned away from the counter and headed toward the break room.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee greeted her when she pushed the door open.
“Somebody loves me,” she exclaimed and made a beeline straight for the coffee pot.
Faye grabbed her cup from the dish rack by the sink and moved the carafe out of the way before sliding her mug beneath the flow of beautiful, black, liquid gold. Coffee was a nurse’s secret weapon to surviving the evening shift. Once her cup was filled, she grabbed her flavored creamer from the fridge and doctored her coffee. Who needed food when they had this liquid perfection?
Her lunch was forgotten; she grabbed the remote for the TV and sat at the table, putting her feet up. It was Friday night in Westwend, and so far, nothing much was going on. Hopefully, she could make it through the rest of her shift without any action.
In a town like Westwend, where there was a healthy mixture of the supernatural population, one never knew when things would jump off. But, tonight, she would keep her fingers crossed and pray there was no action.
“Level one trauma!” The operator’s voice came through the overhead speaker.
Faye groaned. Quickly taking a healthy sip of her coffee, she paused to listen.
“ETA, five minutes.”
“Shit!” she exclaimed, her feet hitting the floor. She jumped up. Hating to waste any coffee, she tried to gulp as much as she could down, but it burned the crap out of her mouth. She tossed the coffee into the sink and placed her mug on the counter.
“All I know is this person better be dying,” she muttered and rushed out of the break room.
“What do we got?”she called out.
The man was ushered into the trauma bay. She’d been a trauma nurse for years and loved the thrill. The adrenaline rush was better than sex. Well, almost better. It had been a while, and her handy-dandy, battery-operated boyfriend was the only action she’d been seeing lately.
The first thing that caught her eye with the new patient was that he was naked. Usually, they had to cut the clothes off unconscious patients, but this one was already as naked as the day he was born.
A few of the guys in the room chuckled. They all tried to avoid his groin area, but Faye caught a peek. Her eyes widened at its size, and she swallowed hard. Whoever this guy was, he was large everywhere, and certainly blessed.
“I think we have a shifter,” Moe, the paramedic answered.
One of the other nurses threw a clean sheet over the man’s private area.
The team immediately got to work assessing the newcomer. The paramedic informed the room of what he knew of their patient.
“What kind of shifter?” Dr. Franks, their staff emergency room physician, asked.
“Not sure.” The other paramedic shrugged. “I’ve never seen anything like this before.”
Curiosity filled her. She hooked him up to the heart monitor, taking in his badly bruised body. It was well-toned and muscular, and the bruises covered almost every inch of his body.
What in the world happened to him?she wondered to herself. After she’d placed the last lead onto his chest, the sounds of his racing heartbeat filled the room.
Dr. Franks barked out orders for the crew, guiding them in their lifesaving measures. The team functioned as a well-oiled machine.
