You get to help do that?"
I shrugged. "I think she's supposed to just help with admin stuff and some minor cleaning, but we're always shorthanded, and she sucks at typing."
Delaney stuck her tongue out at me.
"We just have to ask the patients if it's okay if she helps. Never been a problem."
He gave that same goofy grin. "Well, yer keepin' yer hand in and havin' some excitement, anyway."
I shrugged. "Mostly sore throats, a sprained ankle or two and maybe on a really exciting night, a broken finger."
*****
Four Hours Later
*****
"We're out!"
I didn't bother to argue that. Pamela, the LPN at the clinic, accounted for every cotton swab, alcohol wipe and paper towel. If there had been another dose of naloxone in the clinic, she'd have known, which left us short by... I watched a guy
