Navy Doc On Her Christmas List

“Yes, Dr. Lockwood,” Dr. Lynne said, nodding quickly.

Ella headed over to the exam room where the passenger who had been ejected was not doing so well.

Zac had inserted a breathing tube and there was already another tube in her chest to drain away the fluids from a pneumothorax.

Ella stood back to watch. Zac wasn’t aware of her presence, but she really had nothing to fear about his momentary blip outside. He was completely in control of his exam room as he worked on the patient.

She moved from the exam room and went to check on some other patients while she waited for the images of the driver.

Those who were still in the emergency room were not many and weren’t as urgent as blunt force trauma, but they still needed to be seen. And she seriously doubted that they would be leaving any time soon with this storm.

First she dealt with a patient who was having a severe gall bladder attack. She had the labs drawn to check the liver panels and see if the gall bladder attack warranted emergency surgery or if they could wait.

Then there was a bad sprain and a bump on the head to check out.

Dr. Lynne returned and handed over the tablet with the images. “Here you are, Dr. Lockwood.”

The images showed internal bleeding from a ruptured spleen and the lab work revealed that the patient was indeed a crystal meth user. “We need to get him into the OR. I believe that OR One was prepped and ready to go.”

Dr. Lynne shook her head. “Dr. Davenport is in there with the passenger. The pneumothorax was extensive and there are no cardiothoracic surgeons at the hospital because of the storm.”

Dammit.

“Okay, well, prep OR Two, then. We need to get Mr. Jones in there before he bleeds out. Hang some blood to compensate for the loss while we prep.”

“Yes, Dr. Lockwood.” Dr. Lynne took back the tablet and left.

Ella felt exhaustion setting in as she glanced around the chaotic ER floor.

Dr. Lynne was her most capable resident and though she’d like to have her in the OR with her, Ella needed her on the ER floor while both the trauma surgeons who were still at Manhattan Mercy worked on patients.

Dr. Lynne would be able to run her ER while she went into surgery.

It was going to be a long day. And the longer this storm went on, the worse the casualties were going to get. There would be more accidents, more emergencies.

And she was going to be stuck here with Zac, working with him, but all she could think about was the kiss in the on-call room and that was a dangerous path to tread. One she’d promised herself she’d never walk again.

She had to get it together.

She needed more coffee.

A lot more coffee.

CHAPTER FOUR

BY THE TIME Ella finished the splenectomy it felt like she’d run a marathon. Her whole body ached. She was tired, but she had no time to stop as she leaned over the scrub-room sink and rubbed her neck, trying to stretch herself.

Her feet were aching.

She had to stand on a stool to operate. Operating Room Two’s table didn’t go down low enough for her and Mr. Jones was a tall man. Taller than her. Her feet and her were not friends at the moment. They were screaming at her in protest for still working. When she went off she planned to get a good massage.

“You look tired,” Zac said as she leaned against the scrub-room door.

“You’re done?” she asked. Then he frowned and her stomach sank and she understood why he was done. “That bad.”

He nodded. “Even if a cardiothoracic surgeon had been available, there was just too much damage. She wasn’t wearing a seatbelt, the paramedics told me, and her blood was filled with crystal meth. Her tissue was so friable that sutures wouldn’t hold.”

Ella sighed. “Mr. Jones is stable but in the ICU. Splenectomy, and also his labs showed the drug in his system.”

Zac nodded. “I’ll give him some time before I tell him about his wife.”

Ella’s heart hurt. This was the worst part of the job. Especially in light of the holiday. “I’ll go with you.”

“You don’t need to, Ella. You’re exhausted.” There was concern on his face, as if he really cared about her, but she didn’t need his pity.

“I know, but he’s my patient and, it’s not like I haven’t delivered bad news before.”

Zac nodded. “A sad reality to our job.”

“Have you been down to the emergency room?” she asked as she stretched her back. “Do you know how it is?”

“The same as it was before.”

Ella tsked under her breath. “The calm before the storm.”

“Except it’s storming now.” He gave her a half-hearted smile at his pathetic joke and she couldn’t help but chuckle. “At least Charles’s new generator system is holding.”

“That’s something.” And she tried not to think of the chaos caused a couple of months ago, the last time the power had gone out.

“Want to go get some coffee before the fray?” Zac asked.

Ella nodded. “Yes.”

They walked side by side, not touching and not saying a word as they headed to the staffroom where they’d had their first run-in at the beginning of this crazy shift.

“Look, about that kiss...” He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean that to happen. Just exhaustion. As you know, I haven’t been really sleeping.”

“Traumatic experiences can do that. I’m sorry your last tour was so hard.”

“It wasn’t,” he snapped. “I wish you’d let it go.”

“Zac, you had a near meltdown when those lights when out and then at Charles’s wedding...”

“What about Charles’s wedding?”

“The corks popping? You ducked under the table,” she said.

“I dropped my napkin. I don’t recall corks popping.” He laughed. “It’s absurd to think I’d hide from something like that. Really.”

“And the lights-going-out thing?”

“A momentary lapse. I have it under control. Just like the kiss. It was a lapse and it won’t happen again.”

Her cheeks heated in embarrassment. It stung that he was apologizing for something that had been wonderful, even if she hadn’t wanted it to happen again.

Liar.

“It’s okay. It was my fault. As for that not-sleeping thing, do you want to talk about it?”

“No, there’s nothing to discuss,” he said matter-of-factly. “I had a bit of insomnia, trying to get into the routine of working at Manhattan Mercy and living in New York again and not on a naval base or on a ship.”

“I bet that’s quite an adjustment,” she said, pushing him, and when he frowned at her, his eyes narrowing, she realized that perhaps she shouldn’t push him too far. Although there had been a time when they’d been younger when she and Zac had shared a lot.

This closed-off attitude...this wasn’t like Zac.

How do you know? You didn’t think Zac could hurt you like he did, but he did. He humiliated you. You don’t know him.

“It is.”

“Okay, but I’m here if you ever need to talk.”

“Thanks.” There was no sincerity in that remark. He wasn’t grateful, his tone was annoyed. And she knew there would be no discussion. Zac had thrown up a wall.

Even when they’d been young, there had been a wall. He’d hidden his emotions well. He’d played with a poker face, which was why she’d been duped all those years ago. For a brief moment she’d seen past the rebel and she’d got to see a glimmer of what she thought was the real Zac Davenport, the one she’d known before he’d become a teenager and a man, but after he’d humiliated her, she hadn’t known what to believe.

She didn’t trust him.

And she was having a hard time trusting him and his surgical abilities right now.

What if something else set him off?

Another loud noise?

He says he’s cleared.

Still, she knew what she’d seen at Charles’s wedding.

But she really had no proof so she could pull him.

The staffroom was thankfully empty and she poured herself a cup of tepid coffee and dumped a lot of sugar into it. It was probably more than was good for her, but she needed the boost. She sank down in the same chair she had been in earlier.

“Well, at least there’s no nurses lying in wait with plastic mistletoe like this morning,” he joked.

“They’re two emergency room nurses. Do you even remember their names?” she challenged.

“Uh, no...”

She shook her head. “You should get to know your staff better.”

He crossed his arms. “Oh, and what’re their names, then? Do you remember?”

Damn.

She always referred to them in her head as gold-digger one and two.

“Carol and...”

Zac grinned smugly. “You don’t know. Now who’s distancing who? You should really know your staff better.”

“I don’t distance myself from anyone.”

“Yeah, right. Those interns are terrified of you. You’re so formal. There’s a wall up around you, Dr. Lockwood.”

You’re one to talk about walls.

But she kept that thought to herself.

“I could easily page them and they’d be here in a flash,” she teased, changing the subject.

“No, thanks,” he said, and he sat down with a sigh, craning his neck to watch the snow still swirling and blowing outside. “Want to make a bet?”

“What?”

“Remember when we were younger we’d make bets? Like how long would it take for Charles to notice how many spitballs I could launch at the back of his head or who could outrun my brother Elijah after we prank-called his girlfriend?”

Ella chuckled. “Right, and we’d wager things like candy and stuff. I don’t have any candy.”

“How about a dare?”

She cocked her eyebrow. “Seriously? A dare? What’re you, like twelve?”

“You’re not chicken, are you?” Those blue eyes twinkled.

“No, but I am a professional and I have a reputation to uphold.”

Zac snorted. “Oh, yeah, I heard about that reputation. The bulldog, I believe it was referred to as.”

“Bulldog?” Her voice rose an octave and then she cleared her throat, annoyed by her nickname. “I’m hardly a bulldog.”

“It has nothing to do with appearance. Well, other than your height and the fact that you charge through. Tough.”

“Fine. I like that better.”

“You do have a lot more gumption than you did when you were younger. It’s refreshing.” He was giving her a compliment, but it embarrassed her instead. There was a reason she kept people at a distance and it was Zac’s fault.

It was easier than letting people in.

It was because of the way he’d humiliated her, crushed her hopes. The way he’d brushed her aside so easily that had made her work hard to overcome her debilitating shyness and stick up for herself. In a way she should thank him.

Still, the hurt was still raw, because Zac had been the one person she’d thought would never hurt her. She’d thought they were friends. And then more than friends.

“Medical school was tough. You don’t become a surgeon by hiding in the corner.”

“I never understood why you hid in a corner,” he said.

Don’t you?

“It’s hard to have a voice with a domineering mother.” She cleared her throat and changed the subject, didn’t want to talk about the way she had been. She was no longer that shy little girl in the frumpy clothes. The girl who was never comfortable in her own skin. The girl who was unpopular and shy. “So what did you want to bet on?”

“Snowfall. How many inches do you think?”

Ella snorted. “That’s a pretty pathetic bet.”

“What?” he asked, mildly outraged. “Why?”

“If we’re going to wager dares then you have to make the bet more interesting.”

“Like what?” he asked, leaning forward, those blue eyes and that devious smile making her heart skip a beat.

She drew a total blank. She had to think of something, but a resident knocked on the door.

“Excuse me, Dr. Lockwood?”

“Now’s your chance to prove you’re not so formal,” Zac whispered, but she ignored him.

Ella looked up. “Yes, Dr.—Yes, Ryan?”

The resident looked shocked. “Uh, Dr. Lockwood...”

“You can call me Ella when no one is around.”

Ryan the resident didn’t look convinced. “I have the liver enzyme panel of the patient complaining about chronic cholecystitis.” Dr. Trace handed Ella the tablet.

Zac leaned over her and whispered, “Was that so hard?”

“Shut up,” Ella mumbled, as she took the tablet.

“Pardon, Dr.—Ella?” Ryan asked nervously.

“Nothing.”

Ella frowned when she saw the high number of enzymes in the blood panel. It meant the liver was working too hard and soon it could cause inflammation to the pancreas known as pancreatitis, which was a worse infection than cholecystitis. And if there was a stone, fragments could break off a gallstone, blocking the bile duct or in very rare cases causing the gall bladder to rupture.

“Take the patient down for a CT scan. I need to know if there are stones blocking the bile duct. If the bile duct is clear, prep the patient for an emergency cholecystectomy by starting them on a course of antibiotics.”

“And if there are stones in the bile duct?” Dr. Trace asked.

“I don’t suppose Dr. So is in?” Ella asked hopefully.

“No, Dr. So is stuck in Boston.”

Dammit.

Ella could perform an emergency cholecystectomy as long as the bile duct was clear. If there were stones in the bile duct, the only way to remove them without doing an open laparotomy was to do an endoscopic retrograde cholangio-pancreatography or ERCP. An ERCP was a delicate procedure only done by trained surgeons, involving cutting into the sphincter of Oodi and sending a small instrument up the bile duct to crush or retrieve the stones.

Even then the ERCP came with complications and they weren’t always successful.

“Then we monitor the patient, give them morphine until Dr. So can return.”

“If the patient needs an ERCP, I can do one,” Zac said suddenly.

Ella was shocked. “You can do an ERCP? That’s a highly skilled endoscopic procedure.”

Zac nodded. “I know, but I was trained in a lot of different procedures when I was studying at Annapolis. I did a stint on a medical ship and since the particular medical frigate I was on couldn’t carry as many staff as a hospital that had specialists, surgeons on these ships were prepared for a lot of things. I can also do a crash C-section if need be.”

Ella was impressed and even Dr. Trace was looking at Zac with a gaze of admiration.

“Okay, Ryan, well, you heard Zac. Get the patient started on a round of IV antibiotics and down to CT.”

“Yes, Ella.” Dr. Trace took back the tablet and left the staff room.

“I’m impressed, Davenport. You really are a jack-of-all-trades.”

“Yeah, well, being on duty taught me a lot of things.” His expression changed and his brow furrowed, worry lines deepening, and he crushed the empty plastic cup in his hand.

What happened over there?

“I’m going to finish my rounds,” he said, standing up. “I know you’re here, but I’m officially on duty and I do have some rounds to attend to.”

Ella nodded. “Good. Once I hear about the patient I’ll have you paged, but if the bile duct is clear I can handle a laparoscopic cholecystectomy on my own.”

Zac didn’t look her in the eye. “Okay.”

That was all he said as he disappeared from the staffroom. The jovial, fun conversation was over and he was distant again. The wall was up and she wasn’t sure she should even bother trying to climb it.

Zac would never change.

And she was foolish to think he ever would.

* * *

“That is a nasty third-degree burn you have there. How did you get it?” Zac asked as he examined a patient’s forearm.

“Deep-frying the turkey.” The man winced. “Only my brother’s apartment in SoHo couldn’t really handle my deep-frying. We shorted the fuse and then the fat tipped over. I caught the turkey, though.”

Zac raised an eyebrow. “Deep-frying a turkey is a thing?”

“Oh, yeah,” the patient said. “I always deep-fry the turkey. Granted, my wife makes me do it outside, and we have way more property in Nashville, but my brother and his fiancée insisted we spend Christmas in Manhattan in a cramped apartment that they pay a ridiculous amount for.”

“Yes, that is true. Small apartments and large rents.” The burn would need to be debrided. There was a plastic surgeon resident at the hospital. The least he could do for this poor man was have his burn properly taken care of. “I’m going to page one of our plastic surgeons on call to help clean up the burn and then wrap it. Do you have a way home in this storm?”

“The cabbie could only get me so far and then I hiked in the rest of the way,” the patient said.

Zac nodded. “Well, you can stay here until the storm lets up and they clear the streets. If you’re not from New York you could get really turned around in this storm.”

“Thanks, Doc. I appreciate it.”

Zac turned to one of the nurses who had kissed him under that horrible fake mistletoe, but he couldn’t remember her name for the life of him. He’d berated Ella for not knowing or calling the residents by their first names and now he couldn’t remember this nurse’s name. So instead he plastered on one of those flirtatious Davenport smiles that he used to be famous for. “Nurse, can you page Dr. Onge to assist this patient?”

The smile worked and the nurse didn’t seem upset that he didn’t know her name.

“Of course, Dr. Davenport.”

“Thanks.”

He left the exam room as quickly as he could. He knew that women like that nurse were only interested in him because of his money, his name and his outward appearance. If they knew what a mess he was inside, they probably wouldn’t touch him with a thirty-foot pole.

Yes, they would. You said it yourself: money and prestige.

Prestige and the name. That’s all people saw in him, which was why he had been so adamant to head to Annapolis and get his medical training there, instead of at an Ivy league college. He had seen what marrying for money and prestige did to people in his parents’ circle.

His parents had seemed so happy, but obviously that wasn’t true. Even though he and his father hadn’t seen eye to eye on many things, it had shattered his whole world when it had come out that Hugo had had an affair. He couldn’t take it and instead of staying around for any of the fallout, the navy had been an escape for him. The navy had been his salvation, until that changed, and all he’d wanted was to be back in the safety of his family. Even though he hadn’t thought he deserved it.

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