Hide My Light: A Romantic Suspense Thriller Novel (Hide Me Series Book 3) by Lisa Ladew Page A
Authors: Lisa Ladew
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before, but never with this sick feeling of dread in his heart. He didn’t have a room waiting for him, he had nothing, so he stopped at the triage desk. The nurse there stood, concern crossing her face. West could remember her name, thank God.
“Carol, you have to get us into a room quickly. She needs attention right away,” he said, his voice breaking.
Carol grabbed his sleeve and pulled him down the hallway. He followed her with relief. “What happened?” she asked.
“I don’t know really. She just collapsed. “She’s got …” he trailed off, not sure what to say, “… a metabolic disorder,” he finished.
Carol pulled him to the left, into the first empty room. “Put her on the bed. I’ll get somebody in here to start working on her.”
Carol disappeared and West laid Katerina on the bed gently. “Katerina, can you hear me?” he whispered into her ear. No response. If he had been on the ambulance, this was when he would have checked to see if she was responsive to painful stimuli, rubbing her sternum, or pinching her trapezius muscle. But he couldn’t bring himself to do that to Katerina. He couldn’t knowingly inflict pain on her.
Two nurses rushed into the room and he stepped back, grateful. They would do what needed to be done. He would pray. The doctor came in behind the nurses and West was glad to see her. Her name was Doctor Reyes and she was one of the more competent doctors on staff. If anyone could fix Katerina, she could.
Doctor Reyes looked Katerina up and down, then pinched the web between Katerina’s finger and thumb. West winced when there was absolutely no response. Doctor Reyes turned to him. “What happened?” she said.
“She collapsed, Doctor Reyes.” He had already decided he wouldn’t mention her psychic thing or the healing that she had probably done. It would just confuse people and wouldn’t help anyone treat her. Doctor Reyes looked at West's chest and raised an eyebrow. “What happened to you? Whose blood is that?”
West groaned internally. What could he say? He couldn’t admit it was his own blood, because as far as he could tell, he didn’t have a wound anymore. And it obviously wasn’t Katerina’s blood. The doctors eyes narrowed as she watched the result of the thought processes flash across West’s face.
“Uh, there’s a guy in a van back there and he’s dead and I need to call the FBI agent who is somewhere in the hospital because he needs to know about it,” West said, not really answering her question.
Doctor Reyes nodded, then spoke to the nurses over her shoulder. “When you get an IV in, normal saline, wide open.” Talking to West again, she said, “Why does she look so thin? Is she malnourished?”
West shook his head. “There’s something going on with her right now. Some sort of metabolic or metabolism issue. That’s why she collapsed. She’s using up too much food. The last time she was awake, she ate enough food for three grown men and she was still hungry.”
Doctor Reyes crossed her arms and held a finger up to her bottom lip, tapping it there. “Has she been under stress or strain?”
“Yeah, this guy that’s dead in the van? He tried to kill her. That’s why the FBI is involved. I really have to call him and let him know.”
Doctor Reyes gave him one more appraising look. “Call him, but stick around. Don’t leave the emergency room.” She dismissed him, turning on her heel and addressing the nurses, giving orders almost too fast for West to follow. But he knew that Katerina was in good hands. The best possible hands. And he had something to take care of.
He left the room quickly and found a laundry cart. He snatched a scrubs shirt off of it and walked to the bathroom. He cleaned the blood off of himself quickly and changed into the scrubs shirt, folding up his bloody shirt and looking around for somewhere to put it. He didn’t want to just throw it away. Something told him that it would be a better idea to save
“Carol, you have to get us into a room quickly. She needs attention right away,” he said, his voice breaking.
Carol grabbed his sleeve and pulled him down the hallway. He followed her with relief. “What happened?” she asked.
“I don’t know really. She just collapsed. “She’s got …” he trailed off, not sure what to say, “… a metabolic disorder,” he finished.
Carol pulled him to the left, into the first empty room. “Put her on the bed. I’ll get somebody in here to start working on her.”
Carol disappeared and West laid Katerina on the bed gently. “Katerina, can you hear me?” he whispered into her ear. No response. If he had been on the ambulance, this was when he would have checked to see if she was responsive to painful stimuli, rubbing her sternum, or pinching her trapezius muscle. But he couldn’t bring himself to do that to Katerina. He couldn’t knowingly inflict pain on her.
Two nurses rushed into the room and he stepped back, grateful. They would do what needed to be done. He would pray. The doctor came in behind the nurses and West was glad to see her. Her name was Doctor Reyes and she was one of the more competent doctors on staff. If anyone could fix Katerina, she could.
Doctor Reyes looked Katerina up and down, then pinched the web between Katerina’s finger and thumb. West winced when there was absolutely no response. Doctor Reyes turned to him. “What happened?” she said.
“She collapsed, Doctor Reyes.” He had already decided he wouldn’t mention her psychic thing or the healing that she had probably done. It would just confuse people and wouldn’t help anyone treat her. Doctor Reyes looked at West's chest and raised an eyebrow. “What happened to you? Whose blood is that?”
West groaned internally. What could he say? He couldn’t admit it was his own blood, because as far as he could tell, he didn’t have a wound anymore. And it obviously wasn’t Katerina’s blood. The doctors eyes narrowed as she watched the result of the thought processes flash across West’s face.
“Uh, there’s a guy in a van back there and he’s dead and I need to call the FBI agent who is somewhere in the hospital because he needs to know about it,” West said, not really answering her question.
Doctor Reyes nodded, then spoke to the nurses over her shoulder. “When you get an IV in, normal saline, wide open.” Talking to West again, she said, “Why does she look so thin? Is she malnourished?”
West shook his head. “There’s something going on with her right now. Some sort of metabolic or metabolism issue. That’s why she collapsed. She’s using up too much food. The last time she was awake, she ate enough food for three grown men and she was still hungry.”
Doctor Reyes crossed her arms and held a finger up to her bottom lip, tapping it there. “Has she been under stress or strain?”
“Yeah, this guy that’s dead in the van? He tried to kill her. That’s why the FBI is involved. I really have to call him and let him know.”
Doctor Reyes gave him one more appraising look. “Call him, but stick around. Don’t leave the emergency room.” She dismissed him, turning on her heel and addressing the nurses, giving orders almost too fast for West to follow. But he knew that Katerina was in good hands. The best possible hands. And he had something to take care of.
He left the room quickly and found a laundry cart. He snatched a scrubs shirt off of it and walked to the bathroom. He cleaned the blood off of himself quickly and changed into the scrubs shirt, folding up his bloody shirt and looking around for somewhere to put it. He didn’t want to just throw it away. Something told him that it would be a better idea to save
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