Chapter 8
Austin
Just my stupid luck that on the one day I wanted to be busy at work—was it bad of me to wish for a bus crash?—I had absolutely nothing to do. No one needed to be X-rayed or scanned, the first time in my entire career it had happened. Even in a small town like Okwaho Lake, kids tumbled off trampolines, people tripped over cats, or suffered exercise injuries every day. Not to mention, tourists swamping the region this time of year and showing up at Urgent Care with twisted ankles or broken arms or other minor injuries. But on the one day I needed to occupy my mind, not a single teenager had the decency to ride their skateboard into a tree.
So I had to find other things to keep myself from obsessing over last night. I scrubbed the exam room from top to bottom, making it cl
