Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49

Cora POV

My phone alarm went off, and I was out of bed faster than a man with diarrhea and the toilet was too far

away.

I turned off the alarm and headed for a quick shower, and I mean a quick shower, ten drops on me, and I was out, and getting dressed in my uniform. It wasn’t a hospital–supplied one; it was a uniform I purchased and liked to wear. It was comfortable, right down to my sensible shoes. It had small animals all over it, not the standard white, green or blue. The kids love it, and when they are in distress during an emergency, I do all I can to help them settle and build trust. It also gets a few laughs from adults, which was good too.

When I emerged from the walk–in robe, Gunner was dressed and ready to go. He looked me up and down with a small grin, gave me a quick kiss before heading downstairs for food and that packed lunch that Scones said she would make for me.

A quick breakfast of yoghurt and fruit, and the lunch in my bag, I was set to go.

Bluey arrived in her usual bluster of energy and grabbed something to go. Scrubs was not far behind. At least he made a bacon–toasted sandwich and coffee, more than Bluey–no wonder she’s starving at

mid–morning.

“Let’s go, newbie,” Bluey called over her shoulder, heading out to the bikes. I put on my jacket and headed to the door. Luckily, today was not wet or too cold, or I would have gone to work in jeans and something warmer and changed into the uniform at the hospital. I have some uniform changes in my bag that I will put in the locker in my office in case I need to go to work in wet–weather gear. In winter, that will be a must, unless they let me drive by then, which is highly likely.

Gunner had the bike out and ready for me, fast and efficient as always; he wasted little energy, every movement calculated.

I quickly climbed on the back. Once he gave me the nod, I felt I was getting better at this, reading the signs of when I can and can’t climb on or off, and soon we were on our way.

Scrubs rode his bike with Bluey on the back, and we had three other members escorting us to work; the word was we should not be without support, even in town. Not till this shooter’s business was settled. That’s all of us, going out in groups of five or six, or something like that. I only half listened to that instruction, not like I am driving any time soon. My car was parked in a shed at the back of the clubhouse, and I would need to move other people’s vehicles to get it out. Think it was Gunner’s way of saying he was my transport for now.

We stopped at the back of the hospital, at a staff entrance close to the ambulance bay.

“Cora, use your swipe card. I want to ensure it’s working; you have full access to the building, or should have.” I pulled out my ID badge, which doubled as the swipe card, and the green light flickered on, and the door clicked open.

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“Good” I turned and gave Gunner a kiss that had to last me the day, and rushed to catch up with Bluey and Scrubs, who didn’t wait for me to say goodbye. They get to see each other all day, whereas I have to wait. But if Gunner were here all day, I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on my work, and many lives depend on

my A–game.

Bluey went to her office and offloaded her bag. I did the same, as mine was frext to hers. I placed my

jacket on the rack by the door, my bag in the bottom drawer, and my lunch in the small fridge in the office. I turned on the computer, signed in, and looked at the few emails I had. One was a welcoming letter, and

the other was my schedule for the week, which I already knew, but it was nice to see it in writing. In the future, once I finish this shadow week, my calendar will appear when i sign in, with my roster. I have to sign in and out to record my hours. Only Bluey or Scrubs can log me out if I forget, and I can sign them out. I have almost as much authority as they do. Bluey said that if I were as good as my references say I am, I would become her equal; that idea was scary. Bluey was planningra holiday and was stuck until she found someone who could run the emergency department well enough to meet her standards of competence. She couldn’t take one; her work ethic wouldn’t let her walk away and take the break she needed. A lot of

her hopes were pinned on me.

No pressure.

None at all.

I had just finished reading the sss and looking at the calendar, which showed not just my roster; if I clicked on a day, I could see the whole emergency department and which doctors and nurses were rostered on

for the ED.

Perfect.

This hospital was organised. I like that side of it. I think they are adapting to change and improvements all the time, and not stuck, as a country town often is, or left in the dark ages, and don’t want that change. Mind you, this was not exactly a tiny town, and, from what I have been told, it is growing each year. “Ready to start the day?” Bluey’s head appeared at my open door, her eyes glistening with mirth.

“Sure.” I stood and moved through the door. What more could I say? It’s not like I can avoid it, and quite frankly, I was ready to get my feet wet, so to speak.

“Always lock your door. I trust most of the staff here, but patients and their families often walk these corridors, even when the sign clearly states. ‘Staff only.” Bluey closed the door behind me.

We heard the sobs, the shouts, and the chaos of the Emergency Department long before we reached it, it echoed down the halls, like it was calling for us. We stepped out of the hallway and into an unorganised mess. The duty nurse, who was supposed to be running it, looked frazzled and tired after a long night. It appears to have been busy for a while, and the waiting room was full, and so was every bed, all twenty of them. It was standing room only, from coughs and colds, to car accidents, and the results of a drunken

brawl.

Music to my ears, I miss the craziness that an emergency department brings, even if I get exhausted. This

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is where I shine the most and feel at home, trusting in myself.

Bluey over here,” Scrubs called from one of the open curtains, and I rushed over with Bluey. My training

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