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hands
roamed over his body, the only thing she could do
without her medical bag. All she had to assess him with
was her touch and vision to try to triage him.
She examined his hips and her hands cupped one of
his thighs and inched down his leg to his ankle. He
didn’t appear to have broken feet or ankles. She wasn’t
about to remove his footwear to find out for sure,
knowing that if he had broken any bones there the shoe
would keep it immobile and control the swelling for the
time being. She rose and gripped his other thigh, circling
her hand around it high up, and inched her way down.
“Do you want a room?” Slade sighed. “You touch me
that way and I hope you have a wedding ring to give me,
Doc.”
“I’m checking for more broken bones.” She didn’t
even glance over her shoulder at Slade. “So far so good.”
Trisha leaned back and frowned at Bart. “Where does
it hurt?”
“My hand.”
She’d explored his stomach and his head until she’d
run her hands all over him. “How does your neck and
back feel?”
“They are fine. My hand hurts.” Bart cried softly with
his arm cradled to his chest.
Trisha turned her head to gaze up at Slade. “He
could have internal injuries but I won’t know without
getting him to a hospital. The only ones I know of for
sure are his wrist and hand. Can you get my suitcase and
pick up some of my clothes? I need them.”
A frown marred Slade’s lips. “You want to change
clothes? Give me a break, Doc. You can’t be that
conceited.”
“You stupid son of a bitch,” Trisha ground out, her
anger flaring instantly. “I need to tear up some cloth to
bandage his hand. The handle of my suitcase is the kind
that extends. I can remove it and use it to splint his entire
arm to the end of his fingers.”
Slade blushed a little. “I’m on it. Sorry.” He walked
away.
Trisha sighed, allowing her anger to fade. They were
all under stress. Slade returned within minutes. He used
a knife to slice her nice shirts into strips. Trisha splinted
Bart’s broken hand. He fainted when she did it, which
was a good thing because Slade seemed really pissed
that Bart kept crying. Bart wasn’t doing that for the
moment while he was passed out cold.
Trisha took advantage of it and bandaged his
bleeding hand and secured it to the brace. She carefully
assessed it, deciding that if they didn’t get him to a
trauma room soon he’d lose the entire hand. She stated
that assessment softly to Slade.
“I’ll get right on that.” Slade frowned at her. “Right
after I sprout wings to fly us out of here. What do you
want me to say? We’re screwed.”
“You could walk up to the road to flag someone
down instead of standing there making smartass
remarks.”
“What about the two trucks up there that tried to
drive us off the road? Oh yeah. They did that and they
could still come back to make sure we’re dead. They did
go to all that trouble to try to kill us in the first place.
They also have guns.”
“You didn’t see them coming down here, right?”
Slade’s expression hardened with anger. “They
might be picking up the jerks from the red truck I shot
holes in. There’s possibly even more of them coming
after us. Maybe they want to make it a party. They might
be heading down this way right now. I’ll go check while
you stay put.” He spun on his heel and disappeared
around the SUV.
Trisha sank down on her butt. Her head hurt and her
knee throbbed. She avoided moving her sore shoulder.
Every time she stirred her right arm she wanted to wince.
She reached up with her left hand to rub her injured
shoulder. It wasn’t dislocated and she didn’t feel
anything broken. She hoped it was just a strained muscle
or just a deep bruise. Bruising in soft tissue could be
very painful.
Bart came around. Trisha smiled at him. “How are
you feeling?”
“I hurt. I don’t want this job anymore.”
Trisha nodded. “I don’t
roamed over his body, the only thing she could do
without her medical bag. All she had to assess him with
was her touch and vision to try to triage him.
She examined his hips and her hands cupped one of
his thighs and inched down his leg to his ankle. He
didn’t appear to have broken feet or ankles. She wasn’t
about to remove his footwear to find out for sure,
knowing that if he had broken any bones there the shoe
would keep it immobile and control the swelling for the
time being. She rose and gripped his other thigh, circling
her hand around it high up, and inched her way down.
“Do you want a room?” Slade sighed. “You touch me
that way and I hope you have a wedding ring to give me,
Doc.”
“I’m checking for more broken bones.” She didn’t
even glance over her shoulder at Slade. “So far so good.”
Trisha leaned back and frowned at Bart. “Where does
it hurt?”
“My hand.”
She’d explored his stomach and his head until she’d
run her hands all over him. “How does your neck and
back feel?”
“They are fine. My hand hurts.” Bart cried softly with
his arm cradled to his chest.
Trisha turned her head to gaze up at Slade. “He
could have internal injuries but I won’t know without
getting him to a hospital. The only ones I know of for
sure are his wrist and hand. Can you get my suitcase and
pick up some of my clothes? I need them.”
A frown marred Slade’s lips. “You want to change
clothes? Give me a break, Doc. You can’t be that
conceited.”
“You stupid son of a bitch,” Trisha ground out, her
anger flaring instantly. “I need to tear up some cloth to
bandage his hand. The handle of my suitcase is the kind
that extends. I can remove it and use it to splint his entire
arm to the end of his fingers.”
Slade blushed a little. “I’m on it. Sorry.” He walked
away.
Trisha sighed, allowing her anger to fade. They were
all under stress. Slade returned within minutes. He used
a knife to slice her nice shirts into strips. Trisha splinted
Bart’s broken hand. He fainted when she did it, which
was a good thing because Slade seemed really pissed
that Bart kept crying. Bart wasn’t doing that for the
moment while he was passed out cold.
Trisha took advantage of it and bandaged his
bleeding hand and secured it to the brace. She carefully
assessed it, deciding that if they didn’t get him to a
trauma room soon he’d lose the entire hand. She stated
that assessment softly to Slade.
“I’ll get right on that.” Slade frowned at her. “Right
after I sprout wings to fly us out of here. What do you
want me to say? We’re screwed.”
“You could walk up to the road to flag someone
down instead of standing there making smartass
remarks.”
“What about the two trucks up there that tried to
drive us off the road? Oh yeah. They did that and they
could still come back to make sure we’re dead. They did
go to all that trouble to try to kill us in the first place.
They also have guns.”
“You didn’t see them coming down here, right?”
Slade’s expression hardened with anger. “They
might be picking up the jerks from the red truck I shot
holes in. There’s possibly even more of them coming
after us. Maybe they want to make it a party. They might
be heading down this way right now. I’ll go check while
you stay put.” He spun on his heel and disappeared
around the SUV.
Trisha sank down on her butt. Her head hurt and her
knee throbbed. She avoided moving her sore shoulder.
Every time she stirred her right arm she wanted to wince.
She reached up with her left hand to rub her injured
shoulder. It wasn’t dislocated and she didn’t feel
anything broken. She hoped it was just a strained muscle
or just a deep bruise. Bruising in soft tissue could be
very painful.
Bart came around. Trisha smiled at him. “How are
you feeling?”
“I hurt. I don’t want this job anymore.”
Trisha nodded. “I don’t
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