Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 21

Cora POV

The hospital came into view. I had been half–listening to Bluey on the way here, most of which I would like to see, before making up my mind about the different doctors and nurses I have learned over the years. It’s how you treat them that determines how they react to you and how you’re treated. If you are competent, they want you, but respect it when you say you are dealing and are busy.

Gunner found a parking spot, and Bluey led the way inside. The fast pace was too much for me, hobbling for the first time with just the one crutch, not yet ready to walk too far without support.

“Bluey, slow it,” Gunner called out. She stopped and turned around, a guilty look draining the happy smile from her face.

“Sorry, forgot.” Bluey waited for us to catch up and moved on at a slower pace, explaining the areas as we went. Being an ER nurse, she had her office on the ground floor, and mine was next to hers. Down the long corridor, many staff members greeted her, whom she waved back or nodded to, and then they looked at

us: an appreciative look at Gunner and a down–the–nose look at me.

Bluey, at this stage, didn’t bother introducing Cora; she had a mission in mind, and nothing was taking her

from that focus.

Her room was large, an office with a desk and what you would expect in an office, but it had a side door

that led to a bed, shower, and small kitchen.

“Your room is virtually the same. When you stay the night and need some rest, you have your own bed, locker, and kitchen. You can even lock the door to stop them from entering your office while you are in bed. That way, they learn to use the beeper and not just barge in. It happens, and more often than you would think. Give them the opportunity, and they take it; you don’t know if they are rifling through your personal things. Best keep the door locked when you are not at the desk.” Bluey moved behind her desk, pulled open a drawer, and slipped a file onto the desk.

She took a seat and nodded for me to do the same, and waved to Gunner to leave.

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“Read these carefully before you sign them.” Bluey opened the file for me, and a lot of paperwork was

inside.

“Coffee?” I nodded as I started to read.

Coffee arrived as I finished the first page, took a sip and turned the page, reading it all, some I expected, the monetary amount higher than I expected, and the duties more, but nothing I felt I wasn’t ready for, some I had done, but not in an official capacity, and the other head nurse got the accolade before I had a quiet word with my boss, Carmel, she always knew it was me, my style of work, like I had my own stamp on it. Anyone who knows me and my standards can tell it’s my work.

I signed the last page and dated it; the start date was left open.

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“Good, I will show you around when you have finished your coffee, any questions?” Bluey took the papers, signed as a witness, and dated the start date a month from now. I was okay with that; my thigh would recover, and the break I needed would bring me back refreshed and ready to start.

My room was identical to hers, ready and waiting for me. She handed me my swipe card, which would open the door, and gave me passwords for the more sensitive information, and met a lady from payroll who had taken over my holiday pay. Now was on their payroll, and they would claim it back from my previous hospital.

A slow walk through the emergency room, seeing the staff at work, and meeting a few whom I will be working with once back from the holidays.

“What happened to your leg?” a doctor asked, looking at my crutch.

“Skying accident, cut my holiday short.” I shrugged, the lie falling easily from my lips.

“Bummer,” he didn’t ask to move, as he was called back to a patient.

“Good cover.” It’s not a total lie. I had intended to go skiing when I got around to booking some holidays. In my mind, I went and had a small accident, living the dream.

I met more nurses each time they were told I was the new second–in–charge; some gave me a gigantic

smile, and others looked me up and down, sceptically. Didn’t worry me at all, just filed away for when I

start work here.

“I have files on each nurse and doctor on my laptop. I will bring it back with us, and you can have a look at them, get to know the people, the jobs they do well at, and those that need a bit more… let’s say training,” Bluey said, heading back to her office to fetch the laptop. I stayed at the nurses‘ station, watching the nurses, looking at the program they use, and the general overall system. It appeared to be a working system, quickly pumping through patients.

“I heard you are training to be a nurse practitioner. What year are you in?” a doctor asked as he wrote notes in a patient’s file, and was getting ready for the discharge.

“Second year.”

“A bit young.”

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“No, I jumped a few years at school, and nurse’s training, the youngest nurse to pass in years, offered me to keep studying, and I took it. Most of the theory has been done, need the practical side done.”

“You will get plenty of that here, leaving you to have several easy injuries, which frees us up for the harder

ones.”

“Although that sounds good in theory, I am still a good nurse and will be an asset for the harder ones. Don’t try to fob off the work onto me; I won’t accept it,” I replied, watching him finish his notes.

“Good to hear, I don’t want a slacker that sits back and waits for the easy patients.” He saved what he was doing and left me there, feeling I had just been tested again.

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Lwatched him leave. Gunner was by the exit door, leaning on the wall, arms crossed. He looked calm, but I could tell by the way he watched the doctor as he moved to the next patient that he might have known what was going on, which made me think all new staff members get this sort of treatment, remembering what Bluey did to me back at the clubhouse. No wonder they go through so many staff members: if they intimidate them on the first day, I haven’t even started yet.

Gunner nodded to me, with an easy smile on his face, before going back to the people watching, ever alert for trouble, or faces the club had been searching for.

Bluey returned and stood beside me, watching me look through the computer.

“Have you used this program before?”

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