“Yeah, twelve-year-old girl.” Landyn nods at me and then helps his partner get her out.
“Got it,” I say.
I pull my hair into a scrunchie to make sure it’s completely out of my face as they bring her out of the ambulance. She’s awake, but looks exhausted. Still in a soccer uniform, shin guards and cleats included. Nothing looks broken from myvantage point and I don’t see any blood, so I wait for the paramedics to give Damien a run down.
“Tiffany Smith, twelve years old. Fainted on the soccer field, but was alert by the time we got there.” Landyn pulls his hat over his head as he speaks.
“Thanks, Lan,” I say, walking up beside her and helping guide her into a room.
Damien goes through a bunch of questions with the paramedics and two other nurses get her vitals once we have her in the room.
“Hi, I’m Summer,” I say, offering a soft smile to the girl’s mom as she’s standing there.
“Eileen, thank you.” She briefly makes eye contact and nods her head before she looks back to her daughter. I can see the concern on her face.
“Hi, Tiffany. I’m Summer.” I shift my attention to the girl next to me. Her soccer uniform is covered in grass stains, which tells me she’s probably a tough competitor.
Her eyes look like they’re sunken in and her lips appear dry and cracked, both clear signs of dehydration. She musters up a smile for me and then lets her head fall against the pillow.
“I feel much better now,” she states, eyes darting to her mom in the corner.
“I’m glad, but we want to get some fluids in you and monitor things for a little while, okay?”
Her mom steps closer to the bed, nodding and answering for her. “Yes, anything.”
Another nurse is already setting up an IV for some fluids, so I finish my notes and leave the room to go find Damien.
When I spot him, he’s still talking with Landyn and one of the other paramedics.
“Hey, Summer,” Landyn says when I approach the three of them.
“My favorite Evans brother,” I jest.
“I know you don’t mean that, but I appreciate the ego boost.” His brown eyes look nearly black and the thickness of his eyebrows is almost distracting. He and Liam don’t look too much alike, but when they open their mouths you know they’re related. They both have that charm and charisma that’s hard to ignore.
“All right, we’ll see you guys later, thanks so much.” Damien nods at us both.
“I’ll see you at the Andersons’ tomorrow, right?” Landyn asks before we go our separate ways.
I almost forgot that Ford and Abby are having a barbeque this weekend, my mind has been so clouded with work and then tryingnotto think about the fact that me and Chase kissed.
“Yeah, I’ll see you there!” I answer, smiling in his direction as he walks toward the doors and back to the rescue.
Once I finish making my rounds for the last time this afternoon, I stop back in the room where Tiffany is. I’ve been peeking in for the last hour or so, each time she’s been doing well, and taking the fluids easily. This time, her head is perched on a couple of pillows as she’s resting, but she has the IV out and it looks like she’s about to be discharged.
“Feeling better?” I ask, peeking my head in.
“Yeah, I feel fine.”
Her mom stands from the chair to thank me for my help just as the doctor comes in with the discharge papers.
“And thank you, Dr. McCall,” Eileen says, causing me to turn around and be face to face with Drew for the first time since we broke up.
“Take it easy, all right? Drink water. Rest.” He points to Tiffany playfully and hands the papers to Eileen.
Drew and I both exit the room at the same time and I quickly try to head down the hall, but he calls my name loud enough to where it would look rude if I ignored him.
“Yes, Dr. McCall?”
