of mild chest pains. I’m waiting on a doctor to come in and order testing…”
Taryn continues to give a rundown as she gets ready to take the patient’s vitals, but my eyes are glued to the man before me. Stevens. This man is related to Will. I feel it.
“Go give Dr. Smith an update and get him in here as soon as possible. I’ll finish writing up Mr. Stevens’ vitals and assessment,” I tell the nurse as I step around her and get to work.
I’m left in the room with Will and the man I assume to be his father. Though the eyes and hair color are different, the resemblance is uncanny. “Do you need to step outside?” I ask Will, reverting to my professional side to deal with the energy and stress buzzing around the room.
“No,” he says curtly, his back stiff and his jaw clenched.
“Okay, then. Make yourself useful and grab that saline. Let’s start to get these lacerations cleaned up,” I say as I start to write.
The man on the gurney chuckles, green eyes filled with mischief. “I think I like your spunk, young lady. You wouldn’t happen to be single, would you? I have one last single child and my wife has been on me to find him a woman,” Mr. Stevens says with a gleam in his sparkling eyes. Even following a car accident, laid up in the hospital, this man is charismatic and warm.
“Dad,” Will starts in warning.
“My son seems to have forgotten his manners. I’m Michael Stevens, Will’s father.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Stevens. I’m Carmen Brady. Can you tell me what happened this morning?” I ask with a slight raise of the corner of my mouth. I don’t know what it is about this man, but I feel myself easing into a pleasant, friendly demeanor.
“I was heading out to our new jobsite when the car in front of me started to cross the center line. There was another one approaching and they tried to avoid the head-on collision. I started to slow down, but was unable to keep from hitting the car in front of me as it hit the brakes and came back into my lane,” Mr. Stevens recounts.
“And the cuts?” I prompt.
“From the glass, I suppose. Doesn’t hurt any, though,” he says, gingerly touching the scrapes on his cheek as Will begins to clean up the dried blood.
“What about the chest pains?” I ask, frantically writing as he speaks.
“Ever since the accident, I have tightness and a little tingling in my chest. It’s like I have a hard time catching a deep breath,” he says.
“Did you hit your chest? On the steering wheel maybe?” I ask.
“Not that I know of. I was wearing my seatbelt so I suppose it could be from that,” he adds.
“Could be. Did your airbag go off?”
“Yeah, damn thing was as loud as the crash,” Mr. Steven confirms.
“We’ll probably order an EKG just be rule out some sort of heart issue. Do you have a history of any high blood pressure, heart ailments, or any other medical conditions?”
“No,” Will replies for his father. “Dad has always been as healthy as an ox.”
“Except those times your mother tried poisoning me when we were first married,” Will’s dad adds with a chuckle.
I can’t help but laugh. This man can transform a serious situation and turn it light and comical. I imagine Will’s mom has her hands full with this one.
“I’m gonna tell her you said that,” I hear from behind. I turn around to see a slew of handsome guys standing in the entryway. Blocking it like a band of superheroes stepping in to save the day.
They all file in and head towards Mr. Stevens. Will shakes hands with the three men. There’s no denying that these must be his brothers. I watch as Will backs away from his dad, allowing his brothers to each approach.
“My brothers,” Will confirms quietly as he takes a place next to me. “Jake is the blond in the uniform. The dark haired one in uniform is my brother-in-law, Maddox, and the one in jeans is my youngest brother, Travis.”
“Thanks for calling us. Nate is on his way into
Taryn continues to give a rundown as she gets ready to take the patient’s vitals, but my eyes are glued to the man before me. Stevens. This man is related to Will. I feel it.
“Go give Dr. Smith an update and get him in here as soon as possible. I’ll finish writing up Mr. Stevens’ vitals and assessment,” I tell the nurse as I step around her and get to work.
I’m left in the room with Will and the man I assume to be his father. Though the eyes and hair color are different, the resemblance is uncanny. “Do you need to step outside?” I ask Will, reverting to my professional side to deal with the energy and stress buzzing around the room.
“No,” he says curtly, his back stiff and his jaw clenched.
“Okay, then. Make yourself useful and grab that saline. Let’s start to get these lacerations cleaned up,” I say as I start to write.
The man on the gurney chuckles, green eyes filled with mischief. “I think I like your spunk, young lady. You wouldn’t happen to be single, would you? I have one last single child and my wife has been on me to find him a woman,” Mr. Stevens says with a gleam in his sparkling eyes. Even following a car accident, laid up in the hospital, this man is charismatic and warm.
“Dad,” Will starts in warning.
“My son seems to have forgotten his manners. I’m Michael Stevens, Will’s father.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Stevens. I’m Carmen Brady. Can you tell me what happened this morning?” I ask with a slight raise of the corner of my mouth. I don’t know what it is about this man, but I feel myself easing into a pleasant, friendly demeanor.
“I was heading out to our new jobsite when the car in front of me started to cross the center line. There was another one approaching and they tried to avoid the head-on collision. I started to slow down, but was unable to keep from hitting the car in front of me as it hit the brakes and came back into my lane,” Mr. Stevens recounts.
“And the cuts?” I prompt.
“From the glass, I suppose. Doesn’t hurt any, though,” he says, gingerly touching the scrapes on his cheek as Will begins to clean up the dried blood.
“What about the chest pains?” I ask, frantically writing as he speaks.
“Ever since the accident, I have tightness and a little tingling in my chest. It’s like I have a hard time catching a deep breath,” he says.
“Did you hit your chest? On the steering wheel maybe?” I ask.
“Not that I know of. I was wearing my seatbelt so I suppose it could be from that,” he adds.
“Could be. Did your airbag go off?”
“Yeah, damn thing was as loud as the crash,” Mr. Steven confirms.
“We’ll probably order an EKG just be rule out some sort of heart issue. Do you have a history of any high blood pressure, heart ailments, or any other medical conditions?”
“No,” Will replies for his father. “Dad has always been as healthy as an ox.”
“Except those times your mother tried poisoning me when we were first married,” Will’s dad adds with a chuckle.
I can’t help but laugh. This man can transform a serious situation and turn it light and comical. I imagine Will’s mom has her hands full with this one.
“I’m gonna tell her you said that,” I hear from behind. I turn around to see a slew of handsome guys standing in the entryway. Blocking it like a band of superheroes stepping in to save the day.
They all file in and head towards Mr. Stevens. Will shakes hands with the three men. There’s no denying that these must be his brothers. I watch as Will backs away from his dad, allowing his brothers to each approach.
“My brothers,” Will confirms quietly as he takes a place next to me. “Jake is the blond in the uniform. The dark haired one in uniform is my brother-in-law, Maddox, and the one in jeans is my youngest brother, Travis.”
“Thanks for calling us. Nate is on his way into
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