Page 6 of Hades

“What are we looking for as soon as they get here?” I ask.

“We need to get the report from the paramedics and start checking our ABCs,” Marie, my med student, says.

“Good. You think you are ready to run this one?” I ask Preston, my resident.

“Yes. I can handle it,” he says confidently.

“I think so too. This is your show. Impress me,” I tell him as the ambulance pulls in.

I see Travis rush out with his own team following behind him. I smile at him as Preston and Marie help the paramedics get the patient from the ambulance.

“Fifty-eight-year-old male with head lacerations. He was alert when we arrived at the scene and claims he did not lose consciousness. BP is one twenty over eighty.”

I listen as my resident asks pertinent questions all the way to Trauma One. Once they have the patient transferred, I stay back and monitor as they assess the patient.

“I think we need to get a CT to ensure there is no issue with his brain, but everything else has checked out okay. Sir, do you remember what happened?” Preston asks.

“I was driving down the road, and that motorcycle came out of nowhere. They should be paying more attention. Why is it always the car driver’s fault? I’m sick of this check twice for motorcycles. They need to check twice for me,” the man mutters.

My heart is in my throat, though. If he hit a motorcycle, it means one of my men could be in the next room, and I can’t do anything about it. Not right this second, at least.

I wait several minutes for Preston and Marie to finish their evaluation, complete with a patient history before we step out of the room.

“Order the CT and labs. You did good in there. I’m going to check on Trauma Two,” I tell Preston.

He nods and heads off.

I rush to the room next door and pause outside. I can see the cut hanging over the sink. The Lotus patch taunting me.

Pushing through the doors, I look to Travis. “What do we have?”

He grimaces. He’s been to the clubhouse with me. He doesn’t necessarily agree with my association, but he’s my best friend, which means he has my back.

“He’s got road rash, but no internal damages that I can tell. He was protected for the most part and was wearing his helmet. He hasn’t woken up, though.”

I don’t say anything. Instead, I walk around the bed until I can see his face.

My heart is in my throat when I recognize him.

“I’ll call his wife,” I tell Travis.

“That would be good. Do you know his name? They didn’t bring his wallet with him.”

I swallow hard. “No, but I can reach out to the club. For now, just use his road name. Most of these men don’t use their real names often. It’ll be on his cut there.”

Travis looks at his resident and student before he looks back at me.

I can’t tell them my connection to the club.

“Will do.”

I step from the room, heading down the hall toward the doctors’ lounge. I cringe when I step inside.

“Evelyn, come have a coffee with me.”

I force a smile. “I can’t right now. We have two traumas. Thanks for the offer, Dr. Pembrooke. I just came in to grab something from my locker.”

I go to my locker, hoping he takes the hint and stays away. I don’t get lucky, though. Dr. Pembrooke is the chief of staff. He finds a lot of time to spend down in the emergency department. From what I understand, it didn’t start until I started here. He makes my skin crawl, but I can’t do anything about it. He’s my boss, and he hasn’t done anything that I can report.