Being the largest trauma center for hundreds of miles, they had no shortage of accident victims, and the unfortunate ones ended up here with Jonah. Eva looked at all the bodies and wondered how Jonah ever got caught up. She was glad she could help. The ever-present odor of death and formaldehyde lingered in the air, and Eva tried to ignore it. The work was so much more interesting than putting people to sleep.
"So what do we have today?" she asked.
"Interesting case, just brought in. Thirty-year-old white male. Found on the side of the road not far from here. No visible trauma, been dead less than twenty-four hours."
"Whatta ya think?"
Jonah furrowed his brow. I don't know yet. Let's take a closer look. Can you hand me that tray over there?"
"Sure." As Eva walked down the row of gurneys, she brushed against the last one. The sheet covering it slipped off and exposed part of the body.
"Oops."
Jonah looked over as she started to put the sheet back in place.
"Wait a minute, Eva." He walked around the gurney. "I know this guy, I'm sure of it."
Eva pulled the sheet back and took a closer look.
She gasp!
Chapter Twenty-Five
"He's breathing," Eva said. "What the...?" She picked up an empty vial and a disconnected IV line next to his arm.
"What is it?" Jonah asked.
"Cystomecurium"
"Cys... what?"
"It's a new class of muscle relaxant. It paralyzes the muscles and induces a temporary coma."
"Why would someone give--?" Jonah heard voices outside the door. He opened it an inch or two and peeked out. Two men in green hospital scrubs were talking. Jonah stood motionless as he listened to them.
"Leave him in there for a few minutes, we'll come back."
Jonah didn't have to hear another word. It didn't take too much imagination to figure out who they were talking about. Jonah couldn't remember the man's name, but he did know he'd met him earlier in the morning. He checked for a hospital identification bracelet, but there was none. Dave Leah was his doctor. Maybe he should give him a call? Jonah's legs were trembling. Not so much out of standing still, but from astonishment over what he was listening to.
Feeling sick to his stomach, Jonah wondered what he should do. Those two guys are coming back in a few minutes. The last thing he needed was to confront them. Jonah didn't have time to run through all the questions in his mind. His common sense told him, get out of there--fast.
"Eva, what about this Cystomecurium. What's its half life?"
"The bottom line, Jonah, is we need to administer an antagonist drug in the next two hours, or the effects are permanent."
Jonah heaved a sigh. "We need to leave here now! Those guys will be back in a few minutes."
"Maybe we should call security."
"No, we don't know how dangerous these guys are, although judging by what they've done so far, I think it's safe to assume they're not Boy Scouts."
Eva pressed her lips together. "If we can get him to my place, I keep an emergency bag for on-call. I've got some Narcan we can give him. It should reverse the effects of the Cystomecurium."
"How far away is your house?"
"About ten miles."
Jonah looked around as if one of the corpses were suddenly going to sit up and offer some suggestion. "How are we going to transport him without being seen?" he asked.
"Isn't there an ambulance parked near the back door? The one you use to transport bodies."
Jonah slapped his thigh. "Yes, the keys are in my office."
He darted over and flipped on the light to his office. His gray metal desk was littered with paperwork to be processed-- paperwork of the dead . Jars containing various body parts floated in formaldehyde and stood waiting for analysis.
Spotting the keys hanging on a piece of pegboard, he snatched them off the hook, then flipped off the light switch.
"Got em," he said, as he met Eva at the door. She was already pushing the gurney.
Jonah peeked out the door. The hall was deserted. He sensed time was running out. "All right, let's go."
Eva took
"So what do we have today?" she asked.
"Interesting case, just brought in. Thirty-year-old white male. Found on the side of the road not far from here. No visible trauma, been dead less than twenty-four hours."
"Whatta ya think?"
Jonah furrowed his brow. I don't know yet. Let's take a closer look. Can you hand me that tray over there?"
"Sure." As Eva walked down the row of gurneys, she brushed against the last one. The sheet covering it slipped off and exposed part of the body.
"Oops."
Jonah looked over as she started to put the sheet back in place.
"Wait a minute, Eva." He walked around the gurney. "I know this guy, I'm sure of it."
Eva pulled the sheet back and took a closer look.
She gasp!
Chapter Twenty-Five
"He's breathing," Eva said. "What the...?" She picked up an empty vial and a disconnected IV line next to his arm.
"What is it?" Jonah asked.
"Cystomecurium"
"Cys... what?"
"It's a new class of muscle relaxant. It paralyzes the muscles and induces a temporary coma."
"Why would someone give--?" Jonah heard voices outside the door. He opened it an inch or two and peeked out. Two men in green hospital scrubs were talking. Jonah stood motionless as he listened to them.
"Leave him in there for a few minutes, we'll come back."
Jonah didn't have to hear another word. It didn't take too much imagination to figure out who they were talking about. Jonah couldn't remember the man's name, but he did know he'd met him earlier in the morning. He checked for a hospital identification bracelet, but there was none. Dave Leah was his doctor. Maybe he should give him a call? Jonah's legs were trembling. Not so much out of standing still, but from astonishment over what he was listening to.
Feeling sick to his stomach, Jonah wondered what he should do. Those two guys are coming back in a few minutes. The last thing he needed was to confront them. Jonah didn't have time to run through all the questions in his mind. His common sense told him, get out of there--fast.
"Eva, what about this Cystomecurium. What's its half life?"
"The bottom line, Jonah, is we need to administer an antagonist drug in the next two hours, or the effects are permanent."
Jonah heaved a sigh. "We need to leave here now! Those guys will be back in a few minutes."
"Maybe we should call security."
"No, we don't know how dangerous these guys are, although judging by what they've done so far, I think it's safe to assume they're not Boy Scouts."
Eva pressed her lips together. "If we can get him to my place, I keep an emergency bag for on-call. I've got some Narcan we can give him. It should reverse the effects of the Cystomecurium."
"How far away is your house?"
"About ten miles."
Jonah looked around as if one of the corpses were suddenly going to sit up and offer some suggestion. "How are we going to transport him without being seen?" he asked.
"Isn't there an ambulance parked near the back door? The one you use to transport bodies."
Jonah slapped his thigh. "Yes, the keys are in my office."
He darted over and flipped on the light to his office. His gray metal desk was littered with paperwork to be processed-- paperwork of the dead . Jars containing various body parts floated in formaldehyde and stood waiting for analysis.
Spotting the keys hanging on a piece of pegboard, he snatched them off the hook, then flipped off the light switch.
"Got em," he said, as he met Eva at the door. She was already pushing the gurney.
Jonah peeked out the door. The hall was deserted. He sensed time was running out. "All right, let's go."
Eva took
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