Page 34 of A Kind Wedding: Christian & Charleigh

“Do you have a middle name for him?”

“We did, but Emilia and I just changed it.”

“Why is that?” My brows furrowed at him.

“Because we want him to have the name of the person who safely brought him into this world. We’re calling him Noah Christian Kind.”

A tear sprung to my eye.

“That means a lot, cousin.” I patted his back. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you, Christian.” He hugged me.

CHAPTER12

ONE WEEK LATER

Christian

After finishing an aortic valve replacement on a patient, I scrubbed out and went to the NICU to check on Noah. When I got there, Emilia was sitting in the chair holding him.

“Hey, Mama.” I smiled.

“Hi, Christian.”

“How’s the little guy doing today?”

“He has gained a pound and is getting stronger every day. The doctor said he’s doing so well that he might get to come home next week.” She smiled.

“He’s a Kind, and I wouldn’t expect anything less from him.” I winked.

My pager went off, and when I checked it, I saw it was from the ER.

“The ER is calling. I’ll see you tonight at Sam and Julia’s gender reveal party. Take care, little man.” I reached down and touched Noah’s hand.

I took the stairwell down, and when I entered the room, I saw Mr. James lying on the bed with a gash on his forehead.

“Mr. James, what’s going on?”

“I’m not feeling so well, Dr. Kind.”

“He’s having chest pains, shortness of breath, syncope, and when the paramedics got to him, his blood pressure was 50/60,” Tracy, one of the ER nurses, spoke.

“Okay. Let’s find out what’s going on. Tracy, get a full blood panel, including a Troponin, and let’s get him hooked up for an EKG. Do you know how long you were passed out for?”

“About a minute, according to my friend and neighbor, who was at the house with me. He’s the one who called 911.”

“Tracy, page my brother, Nathan, and tell him to come down here, please. He should be finished with his surgery.”

“Is Charleigh here today?” he asked.

“She is.” I smiled. “She’s checking on her patients. I’ll let her know you’re down here.” I walked out of the room while Tracy hooked him up to the EKG machine.

Pulling my phone from my scrub pocket, I texted Charleigh.

“Mr. James is down in the ER with chest pains, shortness of breath, low blood pressure, and syncope. He’s asking for you.”

“Oh, my God. Tell him I’ll be down after I finish with my patient.”

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