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Authors: Kate Sweeney
Tags: Fiction, Fiction - General, Thrillers, Action & Adventure, Detective and Mystery Stories, Gay & Lesbian, Modern & contemporary fiction (post c 1945), Lesbian, General & Literary Fiction, Lesbians
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two-story building that stood on the top of a hill, set back into the woods. It looked rather ominous perched up there by itself and set back into the woods.
We met Doc Jenkins who ushered me into a small emergency room. Hannah offered to wait outside in the small waiting room.
"Maggie, check her vitals," Doc said.
I was confused. How can she do this? She took my blood pressure and everything else that accompanies it.
"Are you a doctor or something?" I asked the obvious question.
"Or something," she said, continuing her work.
Doc smiled and used scissors to cut the sleeve of my shirt. "I'd say ten, maybe twelve, sutures. What do you think, Maggie?"
She looked and agreed. She was checking the cut on my eyebrow. She put some liquid on it that made me jump.
"Sit still, please," she said. She put her hand on my neck to hold me. I felt the warm fingers and felt my heart racing. Don't take my blood pressure now.
"So, you're a doctor?" I asked again, as I watched her, completely intrigued.
Doc answered for her. "Almost. If she'll get off her duff and finish her internship, she can take over for me and I can retire. That's the game plan anyway."
I noticed the affectionate exchange and I glanced around the room. "I saw a sign that read The Winfield Clinic . Hannah mentioned it earlier. The family business?"
Maggie nodded with a shrug.
"I understand your grandfather started it," I said and looked at Doc. I had a feeling I wasn't going to get any information out of Maggie right now for some reason.
"That's correct. Back in the fifties, Alexander Winfield, Maggie's grandpapa, spent big money to have a clinic started. Of course, it had to be in his name and nobody was going to argue with him since he had more money than anyone else in this town could ever hope to see," he said, preparing my torture.
"Which he got from his business?" I asked.
Doc glanced at me then nodded. "Hannah's been talking I see. Yes, Alexander was a very good businessman."
"So, he wasn't a doctor. Who ran it back then?"
"Well, Nathan and I were finishing med school. He told Nathan to run the clinic. I was here as well to begin with then started my own practice in town. It started out a small clinic but, by the sixties, it was as efficient as a small hospital. It took a while to get the state to approve it, but Nathan was proud of it, and he should be. He worked hard. I have to admit, as much as I hate to give credit to Sarah, she kept that clinic going and kept fighting for it. She was on the Board of Directors along with Nathan, Old Man Winfield, Jonathan and Hannah. How she wrangled that one I don't know."
"Wrangled? I don't understand? Isn't she a Winfield?" I asked, looking at both of them.
Doc shrugged and came at me with a huge needle. I leaned back. "Okay, forget I asked," I said seriously. I heard a small laugh from the 'almost' doctor. Sure, now she laughs.
Doc smiled. "This will hurt you more than it will hurt me."
After administering the anesthesia, Doc nodded. "Okay, look at Maggie if you're squeamish."
I'm not a squeamish person. However, I turned my head and looked at Maggie. She smiled slightly and put a warm hand on my shoulder. I felt a jolt that was not caused by Doc's suturing skill.
"So, you didn't tell me you were a doctor. You didn't tell me about the clinic. Is there anything else you haven't told me?" I looked at her with a good deal of uncertainty.
Her smile faded. "I wasn't aware that it was important."
"Someone is scaring the hell out of you, if not trying to kill you. It could be a disgruntled patient. It could be anything or anybody. It may not have anything to do with your wealth, Maggie."
Doc finished stitching me up and stripped off his latex gloves. "Maggie why don't you finish dressing this? You need the practice," he said with a wink. "And you, Miss Ryan, will be fine. Don't move around too much. Stitches can come out in a week. You can see your doctor at home."
Maggie bandaged both my shoulder and my
We met Doc Jenkins who ushered me into a small emergency room. Hannah offered to wait outside in the small waiting room.
"Maggie, check her vitals," Doc said.
I was confused. How can she do this? She took my blood pressure and everything else that accompanies it.
"Are you a doctor or something?" I asked the obvious question.
"Or something," she said, continuing her work.
Doc smiled and used scissors to cut the sleeve of my shirt. "I'd say ten, maybe twelve, sutures. What do you think, Maggie?"
She looked and agreed. She was checking the cut on my eyebrow. She put some liquid on it that made me jump.
"Sit still, please," she said. She put her hand on my neck to hold me. I felt the warm fingers and felt my heart racing. Don't take my blood pressure now.
"So, you're a doctor?" I asked again, as I watched her, completely intrigued.
Doc answered for her. "Almost. If she'll get off her duff and finish her internship, she can take over for me and I can retire. That's the game plan anyway."
I noticed the affectionate exchange and I glanced around the room. "I saw a sign that read The Winfield Clinic . Hannah mentioned it earlier. The family business?"
Maggie nodded with a shrug.
"I understand your grandfather started it," I said and looked at Doc. I had a feeling I wasn't going to get any information out of Maggie right now for some reason.
"That's correct. Back in the fifties, Alexander Winfield, Maggie's grandpapa, spent big money to have a clinic started. Of course, it had to be in his name and nobody was going to argue with him since he had more money than anyone else in this town could ever hope to see," he said, preparing my torture.
"Which he got from his business?" I asked.
Doc glanced at me then nodded. "Hannah's been talking I see. Yes, Alexander was a very good businessman."
"So, he wasn't a doctor. Who ran it back then?"
"Well, Nathan and I were finishing med school. He told Nathan to run the clinic. I was here as well to begin with then started my own practice in town. It started out a small clinic but, by the sixties, it was as efficient as a small hospital. It took a while to get the state to approve it, but Nathan was proud of it, and he should be. He worked hard. I have to admit, as much as I hate to give credit to Sarah, she kept that clinic going and kept fighting for it. She was on the Board of Directors along with Nathan, Old Man Winfield, Jonathan and Hannah. How she wrangled that one I don't know."
"Wrangled? I don't understand? Isn't she a Winfield?" I asked, looking at both of them.
Doc shrugged and came at me with a huge needle. I leaned back. "Okay, forget I asked," I said seriously. I heard a small laugh from the 'almost' doctor. Sure, now she laughs.
Doc smiled. "This will hurt you more than it will hurt me."
After administering the anesthesia, Doc nodded. "Okay, look at Maggie if you're squeamish."
I'm not a squeamish person. However, I turned my head and looked at Maggie. She smiled slightly and put a warm hand on my shoulder. I felt a jolt that was not caused by Doc's suturing skill.
"So, you didn't tell me you were a doctor. You didn't tell me about the clinic. Is there anything else you haven't told me?" I looked at her with a good deal of uncertainty.
Her smile faded. "I wasn't aware that it was important."
"Someone is scaring the hell out of you, if not trying to kill you. It could be a disgruntled patient. It could be anything or anybody. It may not have anything to do with your wealth, Maggie."
Doc finished stitching me up and stripped off his latex gloves. "Maggie why don't you finish dressing this? You need the practice," he said with a wink. "And you, Miss Ryan, will be fine. Don't move around too much. Stitches can come out in a week. You can see your doctor at home."
Maggie bandaged both my shoulder and my
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