Page 21 of Life To My Flight

With any hope, it wouldn’t cause any vision loss. However, it was way too early to tell. They’d have to take him up to the OR, and soon.

“Nurse,” Dr. Norwood snapped. “Get an IV in the man already.”

I looked down at the line that was already placed in the patient’s right side before pointing at it. “He has one in the right AC.”

AC stood for antecubital, or more commonly known as the bend of the elbow, and it was extremely hard to miss the fact.

He just liked to make me feel stupid.

“Well then, why isn’t he hooked up to some antibiotics yet?” He snapped.

I took a deep, slow breath. “You haven’t written the order, nor verbally given the order.”

Cody made a sound from the other side of the room where he was inputting information into the COW, or the computer on wheels that we now had to drag around with us into every patient’s room.

Dr. Norwood’s eyes narrowed on me before they turned to Cody.

“Cody, I need you to start Mr. Thurgood on...”

I stopped listening as I saw a familiar set of hands come from behind me.

“Lamont, my man. What happened to your face?” Cleo asked from behind me.

Dr. Norwood’s eyes narrowed impossibly further on the man leaning over my back.

If I didn’t know better, I’d say Dr. Norwood was almost jealous, but that couldn’t be.

Lamont’s head turned until he could see Cleo’s face, and he smiled. “Piercing gone wrong.”

I snorted, as did Cleo.

“Right,” Cleo chuckled. “I heard a guard got shivved. I wanted to come see who it was.”

“Lucky old me,” he said as he turned his head to Cody, who was hanging up some antibiotics.

“I don’t know who you are, but you need to get out of my ER,” Dr. Norwood snapped.

Cleo’s eyes flicked up, pinning Dr. Norwood like a bug to the front of a speeding car. “Sorry, didn’t mean to intrude. I just wanted to check on my friend. I’m leaving.”

Cleo backed out of the room with his arms raised, but I didn’t miss the glare he aimed at Dr. Norwood, and then the heated glance that landed on me before he disappeared out the doors.

“Boyfriend?” Dr. Norwood snapped.

I glanced at him before getting an alcohol pad to clean the dried blood off of Mr. Thurgood’s chin and cheeks.

For some reason, the man’s snapped question set my back up, and I snapped right back at him. “That’s none of your business.”

That was the last thing I wanted to talk about right now; especially to someone that annoyed the shit out of me.

I caught Cody’s amused grin just as he turned away, and I snorted.

Cody could find amusement in nearly anything.

I, however, was definitely not amused.

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Rue

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