“A month? Poor thing.”
At least hubby isn’t saying ‘we’re doing’ like he’s pulling half the load. I hate when men do that. I know they’re trying to seem inclusive, but really what are they doing besides bringing home the craving du jour on his way back from the office?
“Foot rubs,” Abbie said. “Which can’t be discounted. Sometimes they go on for hours.”
“So I hung up on Sloane because I thought you might have something about our backpacking trip this weekend.”
“I was going to make my own meals and dehydrate them, but I’m not feeling excited about the prospect. After I pay for my coffee, I’m headed to the outdoors store to buy some freeze-dried stuff. Is there anything I can pick up for you?”
“Let me think about it,” Sommer said. “I’ll text you in the next hour if I need anything. Oh, hey, Jen had to back out.”
“She needs to find a different job. They treat her so badly.”
“I agree. You heard about Diane?” Sommer asked.
“That she twisted her ankle? Yeah. I was there. Personally, I think something’s broken. But I’m not a nurse. She is, and she’s insisting on a twist.”
“I guess it’s going to be you, me, and Marna. It’ll be a good time. A strenuous hike, but well worth it for those views.”
“What are your plans for the rest of the day?” Abbie asked.
“An anti-hantavirus shower.”
“What now?” Abbie laughed.
Sommer walked over to her driveway to show Abbie the hutch and tell her what Sloane said about the mouse poop.
“So cute,” Abbie said. “I can see your vision.”
“Not today though. Today, shower, food, put my feet up for a bit. I have night shift.”
“Sommer—”
“Don’t say it.” Sommer’s voice was stern.
“It has to be said,” Abbie countered. “Tonight is a full moon.”
Chapter Seventeen
Sommer
Monday
They were prepped for what was heading their way.
The call had come in. All hands on deck.
Everyone who could be spared from other wings now hovered in the hallway, waiting for the first ambulances to arrive.
It had started with a bar fight.
It had turned into shots fired.
The people fled to their cars, tried to race out of the way of the bullets, and crashed into each other.
It was the dictionary definition of a shit show.
Emergency response coordinators spread the casualties out among the area hospitals.
