They’re fucking aren’t they?” David glared as Carrie and Nathan headed out the door.
“I don’t know,” Legacy lied, curling back up under the blanket on the couch, nursing a 2nd cup of coffee.
I call bullshit.” David grumbled, “of course you know.”
“Of course I do but I had a very crappy night and I’m feeling a bit self-centered so I’m going to pretend you didn’t ask me that,” she said her tone slightly snobbish, though she winked at him so he knew that she was joking.
David couldn’t decipher the truth from her reply and in the mood he was in he probably didn’t want to know anyway.
As close as they were, Legacy and Carrie were very skilled at keeping each other’s secrets. The feeling was kind of lonely.
Legacy’s phone rang. “Hey,” she answered quickly ticking her eyes toward David. She wasn’t talking to Carrie, that much he could tell.
“I didn’t wake you, did I?” Nate asked.
“No, I don’t think I’ll get back to sleep. What’s up?”
“I don’t know why didn’t put this together last night, but I think your friend Amanda might have come into my ED yesterday. A resident mentioned something that seems similar to me before I left yesterday.”
“Oh God, can you find out how she is?”
“I have HIPPA to follow but if you’ll tell me everything you can, I can tell you if it’s not her. Also, and I’m not going to break any rules but if it is her, I’ll be able to ask her doctor to communicate consistently with the police. I don’t have a lot of experience with this kind of thing but I do know that since this was a crime a lot of the facts that I can’t share with you directly will fall under public record with the police. I’ll try to help you as best I can.”
“Nate, I don’t want to get you in any trouble.”
David bristled at the sound of his name, sitting up straight and raising his eyebrows at Legacy but she ignored him.
“I won’t let you get me to trouble.” Nate promised. “All I need is her name and a basic description.”
“Amanda Van Dreesen and last I saw her she had shocking red hair but her natural color is brown. My guess is that should be enough.” Legacy informed him.
“Get some rest. If I text you later and tell you I have no info, it’s because I am required to protect a patient’s private information. Do you understand?”
“Perfectly.” Legacy agreed, “thank you, Nate.”
“Hey, I thought I’d find you here,” Melanie whispered, entering Amanda Van Dreesen’s room. “Any change?”
“A little,” Amy nodded, without looking up. “But it’s not enough. She has more surgery ahead of her and she’s not strong enough. The fact that we kept her alive for the night is a miracle”
“She must be a fighter,” Melanie commented. “Like you.”
Amy finally smiled weakly and looked up. “She better be. She’s fighting alone.”
“Her family still hasn’t come?” Melanie asked, horrified.
“They haven’t even called back. We’ve left countless messages and the police are going through her phone to see if anyone might know more about who she is.”
“Alright, we’re getting out of here for a bit. You’ve been off the clock for hours. You can’t just sit here.”
“She’s alone, Melanie! You may not know what that feels like but I do.”
“Okay,” Melanie conceded, pulling up a chair to join Amy’s futile sit in. “So,” she began slowly, “anything new with Daniel?”
“Why?” Amy looked at her quizzically. “Did you hear something?”
Amy had said nothing to Melanie or anyone about what might or might not be happening with Daniel.
“Just, trying to make conversation.”
“I haven’t seen him today but I’ve been getting the cold shoulder, again, since yesterday morning.”
“He’s a dick, Amy.”
“He’s not a nice person but he’s not a bad person either. I don’t know if that makes sense or not.” Amy didn’t know why she defended Daniel. Her feelings were so confusing.
“Oh shit! Something did happen didn’t it?” Melanie scooted to the edge of her chair ready for Amy to divulge.
“Is it weird that I don’t know? He came over the other morning; the morning we ran into Nate and her and I was all ready to dull the pain was some revenge sex…”
Melanie raised her eyebrow.
“I know. I don’t have the best coping skills. Don’t look at me like that. Anyway, we ended up just talking”
“Weird.” Melanie shook her head.
“Also, remember I told you that I didn’t remember sleeping with him?”
“That’s because I didn’t. I jumped to conclusions…”
“Son of a bitch! And he let you, I might remind you, and he let Nate draw the same conclusion. So why is he the one giving you the cold shoulder?”
Amy sighed and smiled, “because Nate is talking to me again.”
Melanie pulled her lips into her teeth in an effort not to respond to quickly.
“You’re giving me another look.” Amy laughed nervously.
“Why can’t you just Tinder like the rest of us?”
“Because I’m not ready. The Daniel thing, which isn’t much of a thing, just kind of happened. And he runs so hot and cold.”
“See, he is an ass.”
“I know it looks that way and sometimes he is but then he’s so different when he gets on the phone with his…” Amy trailed off.
“Sorry, I can’t. He told me something he doesn’t want anyone else to know. I promised him but I’m telling you, if you knew, it might change your opinion.”
“If you say so.” Melanie shrugged and moved on. “So… If you were the Tindering type and you saw Dr. Dan, do you swipe right or left?”
“Remind me. Which is ‘yes’ which is ‘no’?”
“Right, yes, left, no.”
“There’s not a maybe?” Amy asked.
Melanie shook her head, “No, that’s the point. You’re not supposed to think it through. Just swipe.”
Amy shrugged “Dunno”
Melanie asked the next question cautiously. She and Amy had not had a chance to catch up and she was curious about her friend’s state of mind. “What about Nate? Right or left?”
Both doctors swiveled their heads towards a soft tapping at the door.
“Come in,” Amy called softly.
Nate stepped in and Melanie noted that Amy immediately sucked in a breath and sat up straight.
“Hi…, Good morning,” Amy stammered.
Nate, on the other hand, looked slightly surprised to find them there.
“How is she?” Dr. Dorough asked.
Melanie stood and stretched. “So ‘right’ then?” She gave Amy a sympathetic smile. “You can’t sit here all day. I’ll take you to breakfast. 30 minutes. No argument.”
“Okay,” Amy relented and then turned her attention to Nate. He looked tired but no less handsome. “She’s hanging on but for how long, I don’t know. Were you… Looking for me?” she gazed up at him, hopeful.
“Huh, uh” he shook his head. “I didn’t know you were here. I was… curious about her.”
“She’s not a cardiac case, not yet anyway. She’s a… well, she’s an everything case. Multiple skull fractures, broken bones, she lost a kidney, probably going to lose that eye, and she’s inexplicably hypoxic.”
“Pulmonary Edema?” He went right to work on the problem.
“Nothing showed up on the CT but it’s awfully early anyway. This happened less than 48 hours ago.” Amy debated.
“Pretty severe trauma though.” Nate reminded her.
“Wouldn’t matter. We can’t give her blood thinners and she’d never survive a VC implant. Something is going to kill her and the PE is not the worst way to go. Thanks for trying to help though.” and then she added, “and I’m really glad you’re not mad at me.”
“I’m not. Wasn’t a good use of my energy.” He quickly changed the subject. “Have the police been by?”
“No, not since they brought her in,” and then she asked, “why are you so interested?”
“I can’t really say. Just, if she becomes a cardiac case, call Roberts okay? I’d like to stay uninvolved as I can.”
“Why?” Amy asked, “Oh shit. Nate, you know something? Do you know what happened to her?”
“No, God no. If I did, I’d be talking to the police. No,” he paused “a friend of mine knows her and…”
“I know all of your friends.” Amy interupted.
His flat, noncommittal stare told her volumes.
“One of her friends you mean?”