The regular chirping of a heart rate monitor intruded on Nash’s slumber. A heart rate monitor? Why was he asleep on the job? He was going to get fired for sure, but at least the patient’s heart rate sounded normal.
He was too damned tired to care enough to open his eyes, even so. His head was killing him. So was his left arm, and his throat hurt, too. Come to think of it, he was wearing an oxygen mask. That could only mean that he was the patient.
Sore throat…surgery? Patients had sore throats after surgery due to the endotracheal tube that was inserted during general anesthesia. What happened? He had to have been in an accident. A car accident?
Sam! Where was his fiancé? f*****g hell, no. Please, please let Sam be alive. His eyes snapped open. Clancy, one of the OR nurses, stood beside
