"Yeah, something like that."
"Well, I'm sure the doctor will have you fixed up in no time." Jean grabbed one of the syringes and walked toward me.
I'd been in the emergency room enough times to know the procedures, so when Jean reached for my uninjured arm, I jerked it back. "No alcohol swab?"
Jean let out a nervous sounding laugh. "Where is my head? It's been so busy in here tonight. It's insane."
I was pretty sure Jean was insane.
I watched Jean carefully as he walked over to the cabinet and grabbed an alcohol swap and then walked back. This time when he went to grab my arm, I let him, but I continued to watch him carefully.
"Have you seen Dr. Jones lately?"
"No,” I answered. "Have you?"
"We work together," Jean replied. "Of course I've seen him."
Uh-huh.
Jean set the alcohol swap on the tray and then reached for the syringe again. I tried to relax when he grabbed my arm again, but I just couldn't. Something felt off about all of this.
"I thought you might have seen him outside the hospital."
"No." I wasn't about to tell Jean about the night Skip and I had spent together. Besides the fact that it was none of his business, I wasn't comfortable with this line of questioning, not from a man who had tried to date the doctor.
I glanced up when the door opened and then sucked in a breath when the man in question walked in.
This day just kept getting better and better.
Chapter Seven
Skip
It took me about two seconds to figure out something was really wrong here. "Jean, what are you doing?"
"Oh, Dr. Jones," Jean replied, "I was just giving this patient the shots Dr. Leigh ordered for him."
I would have believed that except..."Jean, you no longer work in this hospital. You're not supposed to be here."
David's head whipped around so he could frown at the former nurse. He jerked his arm away. "You don't work here?"
I crossed my arms and glared. "Jean was fired over a month ago for sexual harassment, assault, and stalking." He was still awaiting trial on that one. "He's not allowed within five hundred feet of the hospital or me unless he is a patient."
I had no idea how he'd gotten into the hospital.
"It's just a misunderstanding," Jean said quickly. "If you would just—"
I stumbled forward when the door behind me pushed into me and then spun to see who it was. A nurse stepped through the door. I looked from the syringes on her tray to the one in Jean's hand.
My eyes narrowed. "What's in that syringe?"
I grabbed the nurse and pulled her out of the way when Jean grabbed the tray off the counter and tossed both it and the syringe in his hand at us. He ran past me and out the door before I could stop him.
"What the hell?" David snapped.
I reached over to the phone on the wall and dialed security. "This is Dr. Jones. Jean Keller was just in emergency room twelve. He was attempting to give a patient a shot of something. He needs to be found, and the police need to be called."
After I hung up the phone, I walked over and grabbed a clean glove and pulled it on before picking up the tray and syringes that Jean had tossed at us. I set them all down on the counter and then turned to the shaking nurse.
