“Ma’am, I’m the Chief of Medicine, I will see if I can find out what’s going on,” Jade said with a placid smile. She took the nurse’s arm and turned her toward the enclosed office.
“You better or I’m going to sue this hospital for all you’ve got!” the woman shouted after them.
The nurse, Sam, turned to respond, but Jade silenced her with a look.
“She can’t sue us, Jade,” Sam said, her blood boiling with animosity.
“I wouldn’t imagine,” Jade said with a reassuring smile. “What’s going on?”
“We don’t know who ‘Justice’ is,” Sam said rolling her eyes. “All of the ORs are running at the moment, but no one in them has a name even similar to it, and she can’t give me a last name.”
“What about patients in recovery?”
“I checked!” Poor Sam was almost in tears. “There’s no Justice, or Justin, or James, or anything close.”
“Did she say how she’s related to him?”
“Only what she said to you, but she swears they took him back because she watched him go,” Sam said.
“Okay, just stay put and cool down for a bit, I’ll take care of her,” Jade said with a slight smile.
She went back out to the irate woman who was puffing and pacing in front of the nurses’ station.
“What is your name, ma’am?” Jade asked with a saccharine voice.
“Elaine,” she barked.
“Elaine, what is your last name?”
“Does it matter?”
“It does, actually; there’s no one in the system by the name of Justice, and I need to find out if there was a clerical error somewhere. Are you his wife?”
“His wife, no,” Elaine rolled her eyes and huffed. Jade pressed her lips to keep from smiling. She knew what this was.
“Does he have a wife?”
“Yes, but don’t ask me where she is,” Elaine snapped. “He came in with me, not her.”
“Can you tell me what happened? Do you know why they took him back? Was he hurt?”
“Yes, he was hurt!” Elaine yelled. “He broke his legs when that idiot smashed into us on the highway.”
“Okay, now we’re getting somewhere,” Jade said with a brilliant smile. “Can you tell me what he looks like?”
Elaine went into a very detailed description of the man while Jade flipped through the computer. She found the man she was looking for; he had been sent to surgery to repair a broken femur. Jade cringed at the thought. The man met her description, however, his name was most certainly not Justice.
“I believe I’ve found who you are asking about,” Jade said. “He’s still in surgery, but his wife is waiting for him in recovery.”
Her face turned blood red as she processed the information.
“I’m sorry for the confusion, but the name you gave us is not the name on his ID,” Jade continued. “It’s actually Jameson Wilcox.”
The woman’s nostrils flared and she blinked a few times.
“But you knew that, didn’t you,” Jade said with a lift of her eyebrow.
“He said he didn’t want her here,” the woman said, more softly.
