Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
She likely wouldn’t have fit in the regular ones.
“Well, I asked for help with this over twenty minutes ago,” the patient said defensively.
“Are you ready to get up yet?” Dru asked hopefully.
“I’m not planning on getting up at all,” the patient replied. “You’ll just have to deal with the messes.”
So that was what had happened.
Instead of getting up, she’d likely soiled herself.
Great.
Obese patients weren’t anything new.
But belligerent, mean ones were.
And if this woman wasn’t willing to help at all…
“Dru,” I said. “I’m going to grab a few more hands so we can get this done a little bit faster.”
Dru looked thankful as I hustled my ass out of the room.
I stopped the first male I saw, which happened to be Dr. Marsh.
Ugh.
I hated talking to him any day, but we weren’t going to make this happen without strength.
“Hey, Dr. Marsh.” I stopped in front of him. “Do you mind helping us transfer a patient onto a new bed sheet?”
Dr. Marsh rolled his eyes. “What do I get for helping you?”
Me not telling your wife that you keep hitting on me…
“A high five?” I asked.
“I’ll take a high five,” a male orderly that I loved called out.
I smiled at DiAngelo and said, “I’ll take it!”
“I’ll go get help,” DiAngelo replied when he peeked into the room I’d just come out of.
I smiled at him thankfully and headed back into the room, busying myself with putting on gloves—because there was no way I was willing to touch feces—and cleaning up the room.
How a single individual that was unable to get out of bed made such a big mess, I didn’t know.
There were food wrappers on the floor, a spill from what looked to be a soda bottle on the opposite side of the bed from the door, and a bag of clothes that looked like they’d exploded everywhere.
I gathered all of the clothes up and placed them onto the guest chair in the corner of the room.
Just when I was standing up, the temperature of the room changed.
I looked over my shoulder to see Chevy enter the room.
He took one look at the situation in front of us and rolled his eyes.
I hid a smile and said, “Okay, our backup has arrived.”
“This is ridiculous. I requested only females to help me,” the patient cried out. “What if they see some of my private parts?”
“I promise, we won’t look,” DiAngelo tried to reassure the patient, but she was having none of it.
“I am a child of God,” the woman replied. “My body is a temple. I cannot, and will not, allow a male to be in the room with me when I’m this vulnerable.”
Dru was about to reassure her again that the men wouldn’t look, but Chevy lost his patience.
“Ma’am,” Chevy grumbled. “None of us want to be in here doing this. You can either stand up and move off the bed and allow only the women to help you, or you can allow us to help. It’s one of those two options. Your weight is extreme, and the two ladies in front of you would hurt themselves trying to help.”
“I do not have extreme weight!”
Chevy opened his mouth to reply, but Dru was there, soothing her ire.
“He’s going to leave now.” She gave Chevy a pointed look.
Chevy shrugged and said, “Don’t call me when she falls on you.”
Dru gritted her teeth, but I had to clamp down on my laughter.
Jesus, he was so mean sometimes. And so blunt.
He was a no-nonsense kind of guy, and I liked that about him.
He called it like he saw it, and sometimes that came off as insensitive.
Okay, a lot of times.
But still, I would rather someone blunt and honest than a fucking sweet, bald-faced liar like my mom.
Just thinking about her made me so angry I could scream.
Luckily, I’d been smart when I’d hidden my latest stack of cash.
I’d also put an AirTag into the bag that it was in, knowing she’d likely take the whole thing.
I’d been right, and I knew exactly where she went.
Today, after work, I’d be heading that way.
“Okay, let’s get this going.” Dru clapped.
The patient snorted. “About time, but wait just one…”
That’s when I saw liquid start to leak from the bed and onto the floor.
This bitch…
I was in a raging bad mood by the time my shift ended.
That patient that I’d said was going to be a problem?
Yeah, she’d been a fucking problem.
She’d been a major problem.
Honestly, if she was still on the floor in two days when I came back, I was going to quit.
With myself being the only tech on shift for the last two days due to a stomach virus making the rounds through hospital staff, I was overworked anyway.
But this bitch…
I pulled up the Find My app on my phone and hit directions that would lead me straight to my AirTag and started off.